We are all safe in the knowledge that every week starts with Monday
And that Migrating birds never stay away
Just like all remote controls have a pause and a play
I know that somewhere there is blue behind the grey
Like the best friends who find things hard to say
Like the married man knowing that he's gay
And that there is a difference between mud and clay
I know that somewhere there is blue behind the grey
By not saying ‘I love you' then it's yourself you betray
And you don't have to be religious to kneel down and pray
Like the clairvoyant who has the gift of the fey
I know that somewhere there is blue behind the grey
Like the student who stays up late to finish their essay
And the homeless man who sleeps within the alleyway
And the lovers enjoying some intimate foreplay
I know that somewhere there is blue behind the grey
Is the 6inch Italian BLT the best sandwich from Subway?
Did Steve Irwin really die from a stingray?
Can we be so certain everyone's guilty in Guantanamo Bay?
I know that somewhere there is blue behind the grey
Sometimes questions are easy too bewray
And we can all be guilty of behaving bray
But there is one truth that will never decay
That blue is always behind the grey.
