All Shades of Blue
When the wine stops working and you're all run out
And all of your high hopes have all headed south
And the songs left the stable and they never came home
And there ain't no forgetting that you're out on your own
Turned the scrub oaks to timber and you're left without friends
And you don't put your book down even after it ends
Smoke curls up from the table in your quiet little room
And your heart's worn the handle of an old pushing broom
Broken bottles shine just like stars, make a wish, anyway
Just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house that was darkened for days
I been thinking you probably should stay
When the going is long gone and the kick drum won't kick
When you fumble with your fiddle and you're fresh out of tricks
And the horseflies are biting but the fish never do
And your heart's a thousand colors, but they're all shades of blue
Broken bottles shine just like stars, make a wish, anyway
Just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house that was darkened for days
I been thinking you probably should stay
Yeah, I think that you probably should stay
And our dreams on the windowsill
See those trees turning gold in the hills
And all of your high hopes have all headed south
And the songs left the stable and they never came home
And there ain't no forgetting that you're out on your own
Turned the scrub oaks to timber and you're left without friends
And you don't put your book down even after it ends
Smoke curls up from the table in your quiet little room
And your heart's worn the handle of an old pushing broom
Broken bottles shine just like stars, make a wish, anyway
Just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house that was darkened for days
I been thinking you probably should stay
When the going is long gone and the kick drum won't kick
When you fumble with your fiddle and you're fresh out of tricks
And the horseflies are biting but the fish never do
And your heart's a thousand colors, but they're all shades of blue
Broken bottles shine just like stars, make a wish, anyway
Just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house that was darkened for days
I been thinking you probably should stay
Yeah, I think that you probably should stay
And our dreams on the windowsill
See those trees turning gold in the hills
Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Alan Isakov, John Garrett Wagner
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