blue, blue caravan
winding down to the valley of lights
my true love is a man
who would hold me for 10,000 nights
in the wild, wild wailing wind
he‘s a house in the soft yellow moon
so blue, blue caravan
won‘t you carry me down to him, soon?
blue, blue caravan
wont you drive away all of these tears?
my true love is a man
that I haven‘t seen in years
he said:
"go where you have to
for I belong to you until my dying day,"
so like a fool, blue caravan, I believed him
and I walked away
oh, my blue, blue caravan
oh, the highway is my great wall
my true love is man
who never existed at all
oh, he was a beautiful fiction
I invented to keep out the cold
and now my blue, blue caravan
I can feel my heart growing old
oh, my blue, blue caravan
I can feel my heart growing old...