The Color Of You
(Martin Buchanan/DaveBlowers?Dick Plunk)
Had our little routine Little brown TV
Little 12 inch screen Little black and white dream
We were lounging around Two potatoes on the couch
Nothing going down Just a big, empty house
Day in and day out
That’s the monochrome world you were born into
Now it’s a
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Box of crayons
Technicolor Motorola
Day Glo posters painted every hue
Stack of Loges
M&Ms and cherry cola
Kaleidescopes and party balloons
It’s the eye popping, jaw dropping, heart stopping
Color of You
Every day I wake up Start my work day rut
Ride the elevator up Get my Styrofoam cup
Life’s real tough
When I get to my desk Another hundred requests
Top of yesterday’s mess barely catching my breath
Is it 5 o’clock yet?
That’s the time when I get to drive home to you
And see my
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No matter where you go Or how old you get
I want you to know That I’ll always have
A box of crayons...
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