I don't think much will ever come of it   It's just that nothing ever does   We always go out with high expectations   And then the sun sets, and I start thinking, 'cause      The red and the yellow   The black and the blue   It might sound kind of shallow   But colors are all I ever knew      The fireflies are coming out   The cicadas are quieting down   These summer nights are like walking through   The hiding place a child found      The amber glow of the windows as we pass by little homes   People talking in their living rooms   They must feel so very much alone      All these sterile rows of parchment houses and paper trees   I don't know if you'd suppose that when dawn hits   Everybody sees      The red and the yellow   The black and the blue   It might sound kind of shallow   But colors are all I ever knew