What It's Like To Sing the Blues

I was borne to the winter Carried into this world with the wind The snowflakes were my mother And my father was the hail that ushered in I've never been a man of this earth But I've always been one with it Born to the tune of the sunrise Ashes to ashes dust to dust Carry me away with the sunset When I'll pass away without a fuss Yet for now, the fire burns forever inside me It flickers to my AM radio No one understands my perspective They refuse to take my point of view But if they ever walked a mile in my shoes They might know what it's like to sing the blues