It's the black of the coffee that lets you live through work
It's the yellow of the mustard stain on your coworker's shirt
It's the red of the papercut that bleeds through your soft manila files
It's the green of the plastic plant that sits on the windowsill
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 shell
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 sweetened minty smell of gum that they will share
It's the orange of the bus lights as they burn away the blinding morning dark
It's the black of the night sky tinged with stars and navy blue
It's the tanned wood of a new guitar, the sheen of a kazoo,
It's the bright green of the trees, the leaves, as you sit on a bench at Central Park
You live your life through a color muted shell
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 yellow of the mustard stain on your coworker's shirt
It's the red of the papercut that bleeds through your soft manila files
It's the green of the plastic plant that sits on the windowsill
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 shell
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 sweetened minty smell of gum that they will share
It's the orange of the bus lights as they burn away the blinding morning dark
It's the black of the night sky tinged with stars and navy blue
It's the tanned wood of a new guitar, the sheen of a kazoo,
It's the bright green of the trees, the leaves, as you sit on a bench at Central Park
You live your life through a color muted shell
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