I'd hate to think I'd never have to make it without you I might rise above your leaving get on with my living but I lose I could make it with my music but without you still lose If I ever had to make it without you I'd have to make with the blues I could grab a piece of blue sky be as lonely as the quarter moon I could write my music si-fi wind up with blackholes in the tunes I could stay high and up to fly and never get above missing you If I ever had to make it without you I'd have to make with the blues [ mandolin ] I could grab a piece of blue sky be as lonely as the quarter moon... If I ever had to make it without you I'd have to make with the blues