I don't think much will ever come of it 

It's just that nothing ever does 

We always go out with high expectations 

And then the sun sets, and I start thinking, 'cause 


The red and the yellow 

The black and the blue 

It might sound kind of shallow 

But colors are all I ever knew 


The fireflies are coming out 

The cicadas are quieting down 

These summer nights are like walking through 

The hiding place a child found 


The amber glow of the windows as we pass by little homes 

People talking in their living rooms 

They must feel so very much alone 


All these sterile rows of parchment houses and paper trees 

I don't know if you'd suppose that when dawn hits 

Everybody sees 


The red and the yellow 

The black and the blue 

It might sound kind of shallow 

But colors are all I ever knew