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

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

The color blue, the color blue
It’s 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
You could count it in songs

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

The color blue, the color blue
It’s 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
But blue will come calling
again and again

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

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