Cerulean Blue

And it’s blue as in cerulean
It’s the scent of new mown hay
Laugh and turn the pages
When there’s nothing left to say
And it’s true that a thing of brilliance
Can be paled by dimmer light
Spin the tale of ages
And get me through this night
Tragedy takes a number
Beauty takes to flight
Reason’s on vacation
And it’s killing me tonight
There’s a row of oleander
That divides your house from mine
Stifles words of anger
And keeps the neighbors blind
There’s a star set in the distance
Of a steely cold and gray
With lights on the horizon
As we look the other way —
And it’s blue as in cerulean
It’s the scent of new mown hay
Laugh and turn the pages
When there’s nothing left to say
And it’s true that a thing of brilliance
Can be paled by dimmer light
Spin the tale of ages
And get us through this night
Tragedy takes a number
Beauty takes to flight
Reason’s on vacation
And it’s killing me tonight
There’s a music in the silence
Of a spring that plays no more
A desert in our future
And a knocking at the door
There’s a peace for the unknowing
There’s a warning to the wise
A smile upon the faces of our ruin in disguise
And it’s blue as in cerulean
It’s the scent of new mown hay
Laugh and turn the pages
When there’s nothing left to say
And it’s true that a thing of brilliance
Can be paled by dimmer light
Spin the tale of ages
And get us through this night