(Ooh-ooh-ooh... Sha-la-la-la...) [Verse 1] The highway stretched ahead of us, a ribbon in the sun I asked if you would listen to a story I’d begun I didn't mean to take the wheel and steer us off the ledge But thirty minutes later, I was standing on the edge I’m reading every sentence with a desperate kind of care While wondering if I’m sucking all the oxygen from the air [Chorus] (So much Blue...) Is there too much Blue inside this car? Have I gone and pushed the narrative a little bit too far? I’m painting every moment with a shade you didn't choose I’m afraid I’m drowning you in nothing but the Blues (Drowning in the Blue...) A captive audience of friends, with nowhere left to go Trapped inside the middle of my one-man show [Verse 2] I’m sweating in the AC, though the dial is turned to cold This story is the longest thing that I have ever told I’m doing all the voices, I’m acting out the scenes While you are staring blankly at the passing evergreens My insecurity is rising with the mile-markers flying I’m reading you a comedy, so why do I feel like crying? [Bridge] I read the final paragraph... and waited for the crash. I braced myself for silence, or some verbal kind of lash. But you turned to me with sparkles in your weary, traveling eyes And gave me the most wonderful, benevolent surprise. You said, "I love the shade you chose." You said, "I didn't want to close... the book." [Chorus] (Never too much Blue...) I thought there was too much Blue inside this car I thought I’d gone and pushed the narrative a little bit too far But you let me paint the moment with a shade you didn't choose And you listened to the rhythm of my road-trip Blues It wasn't too much Blue... (No, not for you...) Just enough Blue... (We love the Blue...) Turn up the radio...
