Black, Blue | The Avett Brothers

Nobody will call,
not as long as I keep my phone off the line,
not as long as I keep my voice down inside of my mouth. 
But its getting harder to hide,
and the brightness of the colors makes it hard to describe,
and the voices that seem to come from all sides makes it hard to decide. 

Black, blue, her, you. 

I know a woman who said,
“Oh if i could only just turn back the clock,
when i was still scared, and my hair was still dark,
and my hands were clean.
But now all my choices are spent,
and the men that I know, they don’t know what I meant,
and cupid’s arrow is backwards and bent. when its flying from me.” 

Black, blue, her, you.
White, green, him, me. 

Nobody will say, 
Oh what a fine upstanding man
with his ducks in a row and his 50 year plan,
complete with an ending.
But its getting harder to see
and the time between daylight seems longer to me,
and the person I am and the person I’ll be refuse to meet. 

Black, blue, her, you.
White, green, him, me.