One Fine Color

I used to have a woman

Now I just have women

Used to have some good luck, now I just carry these charms

I used to have a fine sense of humor

But I traded it for complications

Now instead of reaching for the distance I just fold these tired arms

I used to dream in one fine color

Sweet hazy, sublime shade of red

Now it's just the black and the white or else some strange psychedelic nightmare

A whole mess of colors swirling round instead

And it seems that…

One love is far greater than many

One feeling never can be ignored

Two times the fun can be far too many

And too much of a good thing ain't no good

I used to give away a flower a day

Now I've got me a field of roses

That stare back at me from the window and beg me for somewhere to go

I used to leave the light on after sunset

Now I just sit in the darkness

Count the hours as they roll by and I sip my bourbon slow

And I know that…

One love is far greater than many

One feeling never can be ignored

Two times the fun can be far too many

And too much of a good thing ain't no good

It ain't no good