I'm in a room full of people all hanging on one person's breath.
We would all vote him most likely to be loved to death,
And I hope he still wants it, but it might remind him of when
He aimed for the bulls eye and hit it nine times out of ten.
Then one time his hand slipped and I saw the dart sail away.
I don't know where it landed but I'm guessing between green and gray.
I thought nothing of it, but it still haunts him like a ghost.
With all eyes upon him except two that matter the most, he says:
A B/A B D F#m D E
Green is the color that everyone sees all around me
A B/A B D F#m E A
Gray is the color I see around her, but she's just a blur
D C#m Bm A
The more the crowd cheers the less I can hear
And they don't really care what I play
D C#m Bm E A
Might be for her, but for now it's between green and gray.