Healing Power of the Blues (On Catharsis)

Your words exposed a wound
That I'd denied was there
At first I thought the pain
Was more than I could bear
But when what I'd been hiding
Was in the open air
It finally started healing
I got back some feeling
The power of the blues was everywhere

The blues they have a power
To purify a soul
Like an old-time gospel hour
Or like losin' all your gold
When you know a kind of peace
In the middle of bad news
You know the healing power of the blues

The analyst may say I need some sessions
That my nature needs some nurture
Or my soul require confession
Bruised ego may be what behind my trauma
Or unconscious childhood forces may be driving inner drama

But when I'm in the darkness
Clouds hanging 'round my head
I'm drowning in my misery
While lying there in bed
I'll put aside the bottle, take up the blues instead
There I'll find a peace
Like a prisoner released
From the chains those faithful blues helped me to shed

When times were good I could fool myself
That everything was fine
While I was dying a bit at a time
Then suddenly, the ground broke away
And I was falling through
When I was saved by the power of the blues

The blues they have a power to purify a soul
Like an old-time gospel hour
Or like losin' all your gold
When you know a kind of peace
In the middle of bad news
You know the healing power of the blues
When you know a kind of peace
In the middle of bad news
You know the healing power of
The blues