Blue

Blue, songs are like tattoos
You know I've been to sea before
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away

Hey Blue, THERE is a song for you
Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in



Well there're so many sinking now
You've got to keep thinking
You can make it through these waves
Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass
Lots of laughs, lots of laughs
Everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go
Well I don't think so
But I'm gonna take a look around it though
Blue, I love you

Blue, here is a shell for you
Inside you'll HEAR a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me

R.I.P. my old friend - Debbie "Blue" Johnstone Wright
In Memorium - November 20, 1953 - November 11, 2008