The Color of Your Goodbye

I love the purple of the mountain peaks at twilight, Yes, and I love the same color in the wine glass after midnight, And I love the silver on the ocean in the moonlight… But you’ve exposed me to something new: It’s the blue of your eye, It’s that bleak November sky, Darling, you’ve painted me the color of goodbye. I love the music on the Southern country radio, Yes, and I love those guitars on the back porch in the ghetto, And I love Memphis music in a jazz club out in Frisco… But you’ve acquainted me with something new: Darling, you’ve painted me the color of goodbye.