Rose Colored Blues

One more dark and stormy morning
Waking with an aching in his head
Wiping off yesterday
All the hurt and spiteful words that were said

Well it seems to me he's fallen
From grace in some sweet darling's eye
But somewhere there's another town
And another woman waiting down the line

Lost love and slow trains
Whichever way you choose
It don't ever get too bad
When you got them ramblin', rose colored blues

If he's headed west and falls behind
Derailed neath blue Missoula sky
If the whistle blows him east
Into the dirty screaming New York City night

He might sleep beneath the stars
Or on some borrowed bed he'll find along the way
He might charm a pretty face to keep him warm
But come the morning, on his way

Lost love and slow trains
Whichever way you choose
It don't ever get too bad
When you got them ramblin', rose colored blues

No storyline of destiny,
Fable, or fantasy you'll find
Just another nowhere man
Going anywhere, anytime he minds

So while the world turns and worries
Money, war and glory, right or wrong
Silhouetted by the gloaming, off he goes
Singing this old song

Lost love and slow trains
Whichever way you choose
It don't ever get too bad
When you got them ramblin', rose colored blues
It don't ever get too bad
When you got them ramblin', rose colored blues