Still seeing Red
Everywhere I go everyone I meet.
In the cold winter,
On the summer days of heat,
I am still seeing red.
Lying in bed, in my dreams,
I am still seeing red.
Now we can face the truth, feelings not dead.
Still in my head, I see red.
Put out on the road, through all the states.
You're not with me.
You're with red, instead.
Red called me. I'm still seeing red.
Richard
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