I'm looking for a patch of blue,
The sweetest hue, a single patch of blue.
Up in a quilt among the clouded skies,
My truth lies, in a single patch of blue.
There I can contemplate a rarer place,
With no unkindly face,
One to match my insides to my eyes.
This child must look above,
For this kind of love,
Its a realer landscape than the one I'm in.
I'm looking for some bluer dawns,
Than those that have gone;
I'd wrap my arms around a storm if it were blue within.
I'm looking for some fairer blues,
Some rarer blues;
I want to rope a technicolor dream.
I want some blue harbor nights,
With only stars as my arbor's lights;
I want to know what this could mean.