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.
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