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 stoned
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 stoned
And the wrong shade of blue
I’ve been talking to myself so much that I’m running out of shit 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 stoned
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 stoned
And the wrong shade of blue