Little Girl Blue... and maybe a little estranged too

I am sitting there, I can see her... but I have doubts: maybe I am only looking from me at me.

You could say I have the blues. Dunno why, or if I do, I prefer to keep it to myself.

I am missing something, or something is missing here! Probably the reason why I am there, and not here. If I am confusing you... Imagine how confused must I feel! I counted my little fingers... and still have 10 in my hands. Even counted my little toes, and still have 10 between both feet too!... I couldn't count the raindrops, though. Yesterday wasn't the best day for it! Too many raindrops to sort from: drops falling from the sky, drops falling from trees, drops falling from balconies, and even drops falling upwards, straight from the ground. Too many raindrops to count, cause it was fucking pouring!

What else is there to say... I can't count raindrops! Specially, when all I will ever gonna be able to count on, or wish I could lean on, is going to feel just like those raindrops do: Lonely, through, and totally wet!

I am missing something, or something just missed me! Came, stayed just long enough to make a dent, and then left as if it was passing through here... Probably the reason why am I there now. But, why the missing something isn't it there too? Is it something else besides the here and there? And, if there is something else... why not send me a tender, loving, caring little boy blue? Now!

A little boy blue who'll pick me up and dust me off. Iron willed to hold me endlessly, and resolute to warm me up. A little boy blue to bring me back here, the here and always now to where I belong.