It's All Blues

A happy Sunday, people are smiling and having fun with their kids
In the fields of grass and hope
And loved ones are feeding each other to be indestructible
In this lovely cage
I've been waiting to say, "that's life"
And "just live it" in the time you're given
But the loneliness and nights are inherited to me
By some mystical idiot whose thoughts are heavy
I'm alive, I'm alive to see all the good
That's a drop of a burning candle in the angry ocean

I've been walking in this happy scene
And I tried, I tried, I tried
I tried to be in it
But in the end, it's all blues, it's all blues

The wind is coming along
Not the breeze, the familiar one
Careful packing started
Experience tells them the rain is coming
They're going back to their cars
It started
The kids are not convinced that these four wheels are the shelters
So, the park is full of resistance
They don't know what's happening, but they'll learn and run
Are they brave or are they idiots?
Where is this instinct coming from?
A running man dropped his dog's shit bag
Then turned and picked it up
Well, that's an instinct

I've been walking in this happy scene
And I tried, I tried, I tried
I tried to be in it
But in the end, it's all blues, it's all blues

Oh, by the way, there was no wind or rain
I just painted some things onto an empty canvas