Lletres: Kate Campbell. Rosaryville. Fade To Blue.

Every night it?s the same routine
He has some hurting he?s got to do
Sets up a shrine to her memory
So he can fade to blue

He takes her picture from its hiding place
Tells it he loves her a time or two
Carefully touches her unchanging face
Watches her fade to blue

Blue as the flame in the candle he lights
Bluer than indigo ink
Bluer than Beale Street on Saturday night
Blue as her eyes used to be

Every morning he wakes up from the dream
Puts on a mask no one else sees through
Goes through the motions of being free
Drives home to fade to blue

Seems like the right thing to do
Sit down and fade to blue