There's a wrinkle in my nose
and some lead stuck in my toes.
I'm hiding behind some prose, on this lovesick afternoon.
So I'll write about a gal
and about her about her special pal
and all the things they'd wished they do.
And I've just got to say,
from the barren field I lay
where I thought my days were through:
the sky just looks a lighter shade of blue.
Well my back is pretty sore
where she got me with the sword,
but the stitches seemed to hold just fine.
So I'll hum a tune along,
as I sit and write my songs
and the memories are all dulled with rhyme.
And I've just got to say,
from the barren field I lay
where I thought my days were through:
the sky just looks a lighter shade of blue.
--
because it's not in the moment
that marks the key component,
but in the lessons and thoughts that we learn.
In every foul spell
for the hours that we dwell
are the badges of our lives we earn.
--
There's a frown that tows the line
of a week of muck and grime,
it's a near mortal crime to fell so sad and blue.
But this feeling I know,
but intermission in the show!
Life's a mystery and this blue is just a clue.
And I've just got to say,
from the barren field I lay
where I thought my days were through:
the sky just looks a lighter shade of blue.
Life just looks a lighter shade of blue.
