I rose through a mountain pass
Skiff of snow like a whisper
Honest as a cave of black
A wondrous light
And railroad tunnel to
No secrets now on a motel night
Glass of brandy on the bed stand
I can feel the ribs of the wallpaper
In jeans to lean and scheme around the room
Tired of the clock in the hall so I through it out
I hate the blinds in here so I cut em down
I'll change the walls so they glow like they used to do
TV Blue
TV Blue
Nice to see head nods all around
As my train rolls in to a railroad town
I left my worries by the riverside
A wondrous night to lay awake and dream
Tired of the clock in the hall so I through it out
I hate the blinds in here so I cut em down
I'll change the walls so they glow like they used to do
TV Blue
TV Blue
TV Blue