Mostly Autumn Blue Light
(Johnson)
One of these nights
This wonderful life
Seems quiet and throws
A blue light on all that you know
You can hear everything
And you can feel it too
Rising with every breath
It's you...
Too idle to care
As the dawn turns to grey
Soaking the air
The truth hangs itself in dismay
In a fog you can't see
But you know it's there
Creaking outside your window
There's others here with us and they cart their dead
away...
In a fog you can't see
But you know it's there
Creaking outside your window
Just behind your eyes and underneath your hair
