Visions Of You

Picking you up on a Sunday morning

Service starts at noon

Long red hair and a long white dress

With a long list of things to do

You were on the phone with Dawn

Talking about the afternoon

I drove us to the steeple

And we left at half past two

We spent that day diving inside one another's minds

Talked politics and dogs and kids and spending down our lives

But I looked you in your eyes and I knew something bad was wrong

But you didn't have the time, oh no, you didn't wanna talk

Now every night I paint the back of my closed up eyelids

And see the past

I get visions of you that I cannot see

I'm all black and blue but I'll make believe

That I'm fine, okay

That I'm doing great

Picking you up on a Friday evening

I was so in love

Hit Kentucky for the night

And somehow we finally showed up

Saw my best friend and my cousin

And my niece that was eighteen months

Everything was perfect

All of it was just enough

Then the moon fell down

And the five of us just laughed the time away

But the clock struck twelve and you had work

So we just could not stay

Then I looked you in your eyes

And I saw sadness in your face

But you didn't wanna talk, oh no, you only wanted space

Now every night I paint the back of my closed up eyelids

And see the past

I get visions of you that I cannot see

I'm all black and blue but I'll make believe

That I'm fine, okay

That I'm doing great

I get visions of you that I cannot see

I'm all black and blue but I'll make believe

That I'm fine, okay

That I'm doing great

Fine, okay

That I'm doing great

Fine, okay

That I'm doing great