red dirt fields in Tennessee.
red dirt mud, slow wet feet.
red dirt clay stuck in my heart
clogging up the way
the tears come thru
I'm blue, just blue, just blue
Pale grey sky
above my head
dark gray room
my rolling bed
close my eyes
see you instead
neon cafe sign
across the street
is growing red
But I'm Blue, I'm blue
and there is not a thing to do
I'm blue, just blue, just blue
look into the window see what's caught my eye
duck in to avoid the rain a baby wants to cry
so do i, so do i
quiet and green
a few spring blooms
a reckless day
and sparkle rooms
paint my face and fingertoes
all
still blue
Im missing you
and theres not a thing to do
I'm blue, just blue, just blue
Just blue, just blue, just blue
Just blue, just blue, just blue
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