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 it’s 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’ve known, they don’t know what I meant

And Cupid’s arrow is backwards and bent

When it’s flying for me»

Black, blue, her, you

White, green, him, me

Nobody will say

«Oh what a fine, young, upstanding man

With his ducks in a row and his fifty-year-plan

Complete with an ending»

But it’s 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