Been a couple good weeks, all wind no rain
Got a dusty old bottle of cheap champagne
She was loved, so I'm told
And the wind did blow on that old plateau
Now I have not slept good since she left
But don't think I've started seeing things yet
Those demons come from down below
And from the wind up on that old plateau
She took the color out of my world
So that I could see what only she sees
There's no other way for a poet like her
To get to a simple rhymer like me
Lately when I fall asleep at night
This world I built starts crumbling down
Anarchy spreads and nothing was said
About the California girl with the beautiful frown
She asked for help with her song
As the city streets began to flood
When I found her, her clothes were red
But I don't believe it's all her blood
She took the color out of my world
So that I could see what only she sees
There's no other way for a poet like her
To get to a simple rhymer like me
Woke up on the kitchen floor
Don't ask how long I've been here for
I've got some brand new things to forget
Like the way she stood in her silhouette
She took the color out of my world
So that I could see what only she sees
There's no other way for a poet like her
To get to a simple rhymer like me
Cause now there's beer on my feet and smoke in the air
Ain't it nice to know
That there's someone still there
To distract me from the cold
My body from getting old
And the wind did blow on that plateau
Oh and the wind did blow on that plateau
