When red is black and petals blue   And in my sleepless head our love's been dead a week or two   Sometimes good times are stuck inside of you   And then they're gone. But I don't know why   A lot of things have changed since you said goodbye      There are reasons for you to love me   But I gave you none   So I tap my glass and nod my chin   And wonder who you've been in rhythm with      Sometimes just time, cars can't escape   When clouds are playing close, not often too far away   Blue has no value, power, or hue   Open skies, relationless    Carelessness is what I miss   And that's how I think of you      Sometimes good times WERE all we HAD to do   So I tap my glass and nod my chin   And wonder who you've been in rhythm with   So I tap my glass and nod my chin   And wonder who you've been in rhythm with