(nicholas holmes, additional lyrics by carly simon)
The blue of blue
Is mostly grey
Ain
No brighter day
Last of the coming up
Didn
Looks like i
Down to stay
So kick me, i won't feel a thing
My senses have all been run
And there
But the weeping that
That sour taste too late
But now i duck my head
And no cradle rocks this empty bed
If crying
Then i guess i
So i sing this crying song
Cry along
You packed it in too soon
You lose me but not your nerve
Well i guess i know it
Crazy to think that i could keep you on reserve
And so the curtain falls
Curtain falls
