Blue Of Blue

The blue of blue is mostly gray Ain't no silver linin', no brighter day Last of the comin' up didn't come my way Looks like I'm down here to stay, down to stay So kick me, I won't feel a thing My senses have been run And there's nothin' left of the used to be But the weepin' that's just begun That sour taste, too late but now I duck my head And no cradle rocks this empty bed If cryin's not good for me then I guess I'm doin' wrong So I sing this cryin' song, cry along So kick me, I won't feel a thing My senses have been run And there's nothin' left of the used to be But the weepin' that's just begun You packed it in too soon, you lose me but not your nerve Well, I guess I know it's what I deserve Crazy to think that I could keep you on reserve An' so the curtain falls, the curtain calls