| Some of us wind up in shadow |
| Some of us wind up in shade |
| There are distinctions |
| In the darkness to be made |
| I have made welcome to darkness |
| When the light’s focused in too tight |
| And said hello as if to a friend |
| When I should have picked a fight |
| Darkness with blues is |
| Different than darkness shared |
| The blue tones will make you lonely |
| And lonely leaves you scared |
| Right at the edge of consciousness |
| Black meets flickering red |
| Of the fires in the ruins |
| And a truth is left unsaid |
| We are all sparks in the darkness |
| And there is the oncoming night |
| Fool that I am I want to touch your wings |
| And try to make some light |
| Many of us live in a fog |
| The wire wizards made |
| Sucking up a string of electrons |
| From the screen where they are sprayed |
| Darkness with blues is |
| Different than darkness shared |
| The blue tones will make you lonely |
| And lonely leaves you scared |
| The blue tones will make you lonely |
| And lonely leaves you scared |
| Some of us wind up in shadow |
| Some wind up in shade |