You could count it in moons
Each month when she sleeps I make wishes anew
Ooooooooh
You could count it in moons

You could count it in tears
Each salty drop falling in an ocean of fears
Ooooooooh
You could count it in tears

The color blue, it’s just a hue
Just a funny way to say
I’ve fallen deep into a pool
They tell me that this feeling
Is called the color blue

You could count it in songs
Each one that I write keeps on calling out wrongs
Ooooooooh
You could count it in songs

You could count it in dimes
Each clink in the jar one small step toward good times
Ooooooooh
You could count it in dimes

The color blue, it’s just a hue
Just a funny way to say
I’ve fallen deep into a pool
They tell me that this feeling
Is called the color blue

You could count it in moons
You could count it in tears
You could count it in songs
In dimes or in years

It doesn’t much matter
The how or the when
Cuz blue will come calling
again and again

But if you listen closely
to what blue has to say
she may just teach you
how to live a new way

The color blue, it’s just a hue
Just a funny way to say
I’ve fallen deep into a pool
They tell me that this feeling
Is called the color blue

They tell me that this feeling
Is called the color blue