Rose Colored Blues - Andrew Combs

On a dark and stormy morning

Waking with an aching in his head

Wiping off yesterday

All the hurtin' spiteful words that were said

Well it seems to me he’s falling

From grace in some sweet darling’s eyes

But somewhere there’s another town

And another woman waiting down the line

Lost love and slow trains

Whichever way you choose

It don’t ever get too bad

When you got them rambling, rose-colored blues

If he’s headed west and falls behind

Derailed 'neath the blue Missoula sky

If the whistle blows him east

Into the dirty screaming New York City life at night

He might sleep beneath the stars

Or some borrowed bed he’ll find along the way

He might charm a pretty face to keep him warm

But come the morning, on his way

Lost love and slow trains

Whichever way you choose

It don’t ever get too bad

When you got them rambling, rose-colored blues

No storyline of destiny, fable, or fantasy you’ll find

Just another nowhere man

Going anywhere, anytime he minds

So while the world turns and worries

Money, war and glory, right or wrong

Silhouetted by the gloaming, off he goes

Singing this old song

Lost love and slow trains

Whichever way you choose

It don’t ever get too bad

When you got them rambling, rose-colored blues

It don’t ever get too bad

When you got them rambling, rose-colored blues