Status Quo

When I look at you something isn't true
What am I to do? Where am I to go?
When I find a way to take the blues away
What a funny day, what a funny world
And then it all just rolls on and on
It's like an echo echoing on
When you look at me what is it you see?
What are you to do? How are we to know?
If there is a way to chase the blues away
Tell me mow, today, sooner as you can
But it still rolls on and on
Just like an echo echoing on