Lyrics

There was but one day left for Julianne to be with me
We spent it by the lake at Prospect Park
We brought a picnic basket and a bottle of chablis
We didn't leave 'til it was nearly dark
The sun cut through the trees to cut an incandescent sheen
As from a hilltop we admired the view
May not have been the bluest sky the world has ever seen
But still . . .
It was pretty damn blue

The dusk was falling quickly
Just as quickly I suppose
As the wild and anxious pounding of my heat
I held her in my arms until a crescent moon arose
That told us soon we needed to depart
I gazed into her eyes there on the rolling fields of green
And swore my love would be forever true
May not have been the bluest eyes the world has ever seen
But still . . .
They were pretty damn blue

That night she took the train back to the place where she was from
A place that's half a continent away
A distance in the end that was too far to overcome
But still I think about her every day
I hope she's found a life where she's contented and serene
That's something I could never seem to do
I may not be the bluest man the world has ever seen
But still . . .
I'm pretty damn blue