When red is bled. And petals blue. And in my sleepless head. Our love's been dead a week or two. Sometimes good times. Are stuck inside of you. And then they're gone. But I don't know why. A lot of things have changed. Since we said goodbye. There were reasons for you to love me. But I gave you none. So I tap my glass and nod my chin. And wonder who you've been in rhythm with. So time's just time. Cars can't escape. When clouds are gray and close. Not often too far away. And blue has no value power or hue. Or open skies relationless. Carelessness is what I miss. And that's how I think of you. Sometimes good times. Were all we had to do. So I tap my glass and nod my chin. And wonder who you've been in rhythm with. So I tap my glass and nod my chin. And wonder who you've been in rhythm with