The sun sets red with rage   White clouds float by   Like high cotton   Blank as an empty page   Blue is a color buried   Not forgotten      Sweet as mother's milk   And clear as the wind   Wrap the dead in a pleat of silk   Blue is the color to be buried in      When you left   Leaving nothing behind   There's no one to blame   No criminal, no crime   You can report a missing person   But not a stolen heart   And I'm missing a person   To whom stealing was an art      The painting's complete   The brush strokes dry   I hear a band playing   A bent note or two   I guess someone died   And just wants to be   Buried in blue