Rockwell's Blues Songtext
von Sylvie Lewis

It was very charming, the way you left my heart
It may be a tragedy, but it′s still a work of art
Low, lonesome, and leaving
Tired of the same feelings
We really did try everything
Nothing left to do
But sing a round of Rockwell's Blues
We drove up to Stockbridge the day that things got started
To look at Norman′s paintings and watch the swallows dart
People and how we see them
Like pictures at the museum
I'm seeing what I want to
Please don't spoil my view
So many colors here in Rockwell′s Blues I lost my temper, I broke things and slammed doors
Tangos and tantrums across the kitchen floor
You looked embarrassed for me
Saw me in all my glory
What′s a girl to do?
Cleaning up and sorting through
For the sake of argument, before I'm out of paint
We′ll say you were an angel, and that makes me a saint
A lover stands in the doorway
Another masterpiece hangs in the hallway
Artists gather 'round and tell lies from truth
That′s yours and mine and Rockwell's Blues
Yours and mine and Rockwell′s Blues