Melancholy on the dashboard lights
Blue skies hanging black tonight
Sorrow sleeping in my chest
Heavy mind never lets me rest
Glum eyes staring at the floor
Grief keeps knocking at my door
Miserable echoes in the hall
Lonely shadows on the wall
…
There’s a thousand words that mean sad
Downcast, broken, feeling bad
Desperate dreams and memories gone
Crestfallen hearts still holding on
Mournful nights and empty beds
Storm clouds circling overhead
Call it sorrow, call it blue
Every word still leads to you
Despondent like a dying flame
Forlorn whisper of your name
Somber roads and silent rain
Doleful songs inside my brain
Woeful hours after dark
Devastation leaves its mark
Pensive ghosts in window glass
Watching all, our moments pass
…
Maybe language was intended
Just to name what love invented
Every scar and every ache
All the time we could not save
So there’s a thousand words that mean blue
Broken dreams and fading hues
Every shade of “I can’t do”
Call it sorrow, call it truth
Every word still sounds .. like .. you.