A World of Blue - Dwight Yoakam

Green, green leaves falling down

From the tops of tall, tall trees

Touch ground near what just might be the single clue

Red, red drops that drip out

From the bottom of my heart

Must mean that I’m living in a world of blue

There’s not one golden sign

That the sun will ever shine

Even the clouds have assumed a darker hue

That fact that daylight’s only trace

Reflects off tear streaks across my face

Must mean that I’m living in a world of blue

It must mean that I’m living in a world of blue