Blue could be a winter coat or the sea, Lake Maureen, a window or a downpour on my street. This bit of yellow could be a leaf or a beam of light, a girl in a taxi. And I think of you in the colors of the world. And I did meet you in the brotherhood of man when I was traveling a long way from my home and you are a friend of mine. Black is the piano you play at school in the lobby, looking out at the gray and orange, green gra** on your feet. And I think of you in the colors of the world. And I did meet you in the brotherhood of man when I was traveling a long way from my home and you are a friend of mine.