Lyrics

It's the black of the coffee that lets you through work It's the yellow of the mustard stain on your coworker's shirt It's the red of the papercut that bleeds into your soft manilla files It's the green of the plastic lamp that sits on the window sill It's the blue hue of the sky that looks just like a sleeping pill It's the pink and purple blouse that Susan wears because she still thinks that's in style You live your life through a color-muted show You know there's something out there What it is, you just can't tell But you'll know what to do You'll push right through the sadness, through the tangled red and blue You'll try something new It's all up to you It's the strawberry-blonde of the popular girl's hair It's the sharp and sweet and minty smell of gum that they will share It's the orange of the bus lines as they burn away the blinding morning dark It's the black of the night sky tinned with stars and navy blue It's the tan wood of a new guitar, the sheen of a kazoo It's the bright green of the trees, the leaves, as you sit on the bench at Central Park You live your life through a color-muted show You know there's something out there What it is, you just can't tell But you'll know what to do You'll push right through the sadness, through the tangled red and blue You'll try something new It's all up to you You live your life through a color-muted show You know there's something out there What it is, you just can't tell But you'll know what to do You'll push right through the sadness, through the tangled red and blue You'll try something new It's all up to you It's all up to you It's all up to you It's all up to you It's all up to you