The things we say
the sky is blue

It may not be
but it always is

The sky is certainly blue,
may be
The pink shades of sunset
The gray shades of thunder
But some things are
the way they are

And we,
we\'re blue, baby


Indeed,
the sky is
blue

We may not be,
but we always are

Its you and me, and we are blue baby
like the sky
certainly