(nicholas holmes, additional lyrics by carly simon)

the blue of blue
is mostly grey
ain´t no silver line
no brighter day
last of the coming up
didn´t come my way
looks like i´m down here to stay
down to stay

so kick me, i won´t feel a thing
my senses have all been run
and there´s nothing left of the used to be
but the weeping that´s just begun
that sour taste too late
but now i duck my head
and no cradle rocks this empty bed
if crying´s not good for me
then i guess i´m doing wrong
so i sing this crying song
cry along

you packed it in too soon
you lose me but not your nerve
well i guess i know it´s what i deserve
crazy to think that i could keep you on reserve
and so the curtain falls
curtain falls