Wrong Shade of Blue By Anthony D’Amato
I met a man in a coonskin cap but he won’t say where it’s from
I think he got it at the trucks top a couple miles back on the 101
What a strange little secret I thought, after he had left
Everybody’s got a reason they don’t wanna wake up how they slept
I’m a long way from home
I’m a long way from you
I’m the wrong kind of ***
And the wrong shade of blue
I cut my hair in the last town thinking I could use just a little change
But I don’t feel any different now and I don’t know who to blame
I took a drink on a redeye hoping I could sleep until the morning light
Instead I got a little drunk and I stand at my phone for the whole damn flight
I’m a long way from home
I’m a long way from you
I’m the wrong kind of ***
And the wrong shade of blue
I’ve been talking to myself so much that I’m running out of *** to say
But I’ll still call a little later when I set to the hotel where I’m staying
I’m trying to be a better man but it’s hard when you don’t know where to stand
I’m trying to be a better man but it’s hard when you wake up with a broken heart
I’m a long way from home
I’m a long way from you
I’m the wrong kind of ***
And the wrong shade of blue
I’m a long way from home
And a long way from you
I’m the wrong kind of ***
And the wrong shade of blue