Fran Lucci

Lyrics

I can hardly believe the words he says
As he stares at the sky and swears it’s red
Sometimes it’s green sometimes
I’m blind where he can see

He doesn’t leave tracks where he has walked
He doesn’t need words but still he talks to me
It’s black magic
It’s satellite and white

He comes in Colors
The rain is pouring and the sky is falling
He comes in Colors
Today is just a Blue Day

He sits with the prophets and the saints
He loves what he loves
He loves what he hates
Their words they fall from grace
But only for today

He comes in Colors
The rain is pouring and the sky is falling
He comes in Colors
Tomorrow morning is a different story
He comes in Colors
Today is just a Blue Day
Today is just a Blue Day
Today is just a Blue Day

Why is it so hard to understand
This changing opal in my hand
This broken angel’s wing
That I’ll see fly again

He comes in Colors
The rain is pouring and the sky is falling
He comes in Colors
Tomorrow morning is a different story
He comes in Colors
His feet are slipping and the sun’s eclipsing
He comes in Colors
Today is just a Blue Day