Say Zuzu Blue to here (Jon Nolan) Yes I hear you calling I get lost in between my own ears And I can't even hear myself that well We're sitting on the porch While the sun goes down Listening to the cars As they creep through town When they slip away Off into the dusk Not the least of it Is lost on us It's a long way down It's a long way down my dear But it's a long long way From Blue... to here. We step out to get a bite We open up the door and are greeted By a cheery, talking, laughing, working crowd There's a man sitting on a crate By a kitchen door On a short smoke break For a 'Minute more...' Flicks his cigarette Off into the breeze And the last wisp of smoke Slips up to the trees When I'm far away and I close my eyes I hope that I awake to find you by my side.