As seven ticks to eight o'clock,
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He rumbles down the stairs,
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Mother's cooking in her kitchen, father is in his chair
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The headline on the front page reads "the sun's coming out today",
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Shining down in perfect streaks, it's anywhere USA.
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With eyes wide open,
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The sky is always a thousand shades of blue.
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Probably broken, lost and lonely,
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We're all just shades of you.
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Can't you hear the school bells singing?
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Hurry, don't be late.
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Wandering the crowded hallways,
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Searching for his place.
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The writing on the chalk board reads,
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"who will be king this year?"
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And even though he raised his hand,
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No one knows he's there.
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With arms wide open,
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His life's becoming a thousand shades of blue,
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Probably broken, lost and lonely,
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We're all just shades of you.
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There's no escaping where he's going,
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A thousand shades of blue.
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Probably hopeless, don't you notice?
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We're all just shades of you.
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He let the water run too deep,
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Then he just slowly slipped on in,
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And when he finds the nerve to breathe,
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All they say is no one saw it coming.
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Hear the sirens, the cops arriving,
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A thousand shades of blue.
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But it's hopeless, no one noticed,
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We're all just shades of you.
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With eyes wide open, they found him floating,
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A thousand shades of blue.
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There's no escaping where he's going,
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We're all just shades of you.
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Shades Of Blue
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| Ashley Parker Angel |
