| All the years combine, they melt into a dream, |
| A broken angel sings from a guitar. |
| In the end there’s just a song comes cryin' up the night |
| Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years. |
| Stella blue. Stella blue. |
| When all the cards are down, there’s nothing left to see, |
| There’s just the pavement left and broken dreams. |
| In the end there’s still that song comes cryin' like the wind. |
| Down every lonely street that’s ever been |
| Stella blue. Stella blue. |
| I’ve stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel, can’t win for trying. |
| Dust off those rusty strings just one more time, |
| Gonna make them shine, shine |
| It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free, |
| There’s nothing you can hold, for very long. |
| And when you hear that song come crying like the wind, |
| It seems like all this life was just a dream. |
| Stella blue. Stella blue |