The Color of Your Goodbye


I love the purple of the mountain peaks at twilight,
Yes, and I love the same color in the wine glass after midnight,
And I love the silver on the ocean in the moonlight,
But you ve exposed me to something new.

It s the blue of your eye,
It s that bleak November sky,
Darling, you ve painted me the color of goodbye.

I love the music on the Southern country radio,
Yes and I love the guitars on the back porch, in the ghetto,
And I love Memphis music in a jazz club out in Frisco.
But you ve acquainted me with something new.

It s the blue of your eye,
It s the color of your goodbye,
Darling, you ve painted me the color of goodbye.
Darling, you ve painted me the color of goodbye.
1983 (Rev.11-3-89)

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