The Color I'm Saving for You
Journey of Solitude: The Hue I'm Reserving for You
Lyrics
I wrote you a note an hour ago
I wrote a note for you one hour ago.
Closed the door and turned the lights down low
I closed the door and set a subdued atmosphere.
I left it on the bedroom drawer
I placed the note on the bedroom drawer.
Went out on the highway, west
I went out on the highway, heading west.
Riding through this town and the next
Riding through towns, lost my way on Route 64.
Lost my way on 64
I'm going for lonesome
I'm seeking solitude and feeling a bit melancholy.
And a little bit blue
I'm in a state of mild sadness.
The color I'm saving for you
The emotional state I'm reserving for you is a unique color.
Travelled a million miles or so
I've traveled a significant distance, but you are always with me.
Still you're anywhere I go, I know
Even in new places, your presence is constant.
I see you around midnight
I envision encountering you around midnight.
Been running around with strangers
I've been mingling with strangers in bars, conversing with waiters.
In bars talking to waiters
Feeling disoriented in the bright lights of the city.
Lost out in the city lights
I'm going for lonesome
I'm seeking solitude and feeling a bit melancholy.
And a little bit blue
I'm in a state of mild sadness.
The color I'm saving for you
The emotional state I'm reserving for you is a unique color.
I wrote you a note a year ago
I wrote a note for you a year ago.
And the weeks been like a rodeo
The passing weeks have been tumultuous, like a rodeo.
I left it on the bedroom drawer
I left it on the bedroom drawer.
I'm going for lonesome
I'm seeking solitude and feeling a bit melancholy.
And a little bit blue
I'm in a state of mild sadness.
The color I'm saving for you
The emotional state I'm reserving for you is a unique color.
I'm going for lonesome
I'm seeking solitude and feeling a bit melancholy.
And a little bit blue
I'm in a state of mild sadness.
The color I'm saving for you
The emotional state I'm reserving for you is a unique color.
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