Section 2: Blue
Blue was the color of his true love’s eyes
Which he once compared to a summer’s sky
In the days when they were young
And their love had just begun.
Blue was the color of the dress she wore
Which she said she had bought at a second hand store
On the afternoon that he got down on one knee
And she blushed and kissed him before she agreed.
Blue was the color of the quilt on the bed
He took off and folded on the day that they wed.
He waited for her under the sheets
And that first time he still remembered as sweet.
Blue was the color of that old guitar
The one that she claimed would make him a star.
The first thing he did was to write her a song.
That was a time when their love was strong.
Blue is the color of sun kissed skies
Blue is the color of my lover’s eyes
Blue is the color of hurt and pain
Blue is this song’s only refrain
Blue may be happy and sweet
But for me the line to repeat
Blue is the color of hurt and pain
Blue is this song’s only refrain
Blue was the color of the bruise on her hand
The day that she punched that little night stand-
So angry that he couldn’t seem to share
Thinking silence meant he didn’t care.
Blue was the color of the suitcase she packed
Before she told him that she wasn’t coming back.
She said he had grown so cold.
That was the time when their love was old.
Blue was the color of the ink when he signed
His marriage away on the signature line.
He knew his heart would mend.
It was time for the love to end.
