Dear Richard, I wish that I could stay in the picture I know you wrote this part for me The man you thought that I could be in pre-production I wish that nothing would have changed We talked so perfectly together When the light was strange But in the light of days, we discovered we could not sustain the roots What else can you say when the life That you choose gives you the blues? Dear Oscar, I need to find someone who can play A boxer with a fast pathetic smile And a voice like honey And I don't care about the money I can feel the pressure how it's boiling up in the vein Now I've lost my muse What else can you say when the life that You choose gives you the blues? It's not enough, it's never enough It's to keep pretending I could die on the street a thousand Times and never get your perfect ending I know it will be a beautiful, Spectacular triumph if they ever get the cast to push it through What else can you say when the life That you choose gives you the blues?