Sometimes - May 1, 2001

Sometimes
(c) May 1, 2001

Sometimes I sit and think for days
and never leave my room
wonder how the world would be
if everything was blue

There would be no grass of green
no yellow colored bees
not a single blossom white
among the apple trees

We couldn't see a red Corvette
or Cadilac in pink
the multicolored sunset
would not be so rich and sweet

What about the clouds above
I can't see them anywhere
Stop, hurry hide the blue paint
this is more than I can bare

Sometimes I lie and think for days
and never leave my bed
wonder how the world would be
if everything was red

There would be no sky of blue
no white snow it's true
not a single yellow stripe
on Lincoln Avenue

Stop, hurry hide the red paint...

by Ricky D. McKean