It was very charming, the way you left my heart It may be a tragedy, but it's still a work of art Low, lonesome, and leaving Tired of the same feelings We really did try everything Nothing left to do But sing a round of Rockwell's Blues We drove up to Stockbridge the day that things got started To look at Norman's paintings and watch the swallows dart People and how we see them Like pictures at the museum I'm seeing what I want to Please don't spoil my view So many colors here in Rockwell's Blues I lost my temper, I broke things and slammed doors Tangos and tantrums across the kitchen floor You looked embarra**ed for me Saw me in all my glory What's a girl to do? Cleaning up and sorting through For the sake of argument, before I'm out of paint We'll say you were an angel, and that makes me a saint A lover stands in the doorway Another masterpiece hangs in the hallway Artists gather 'round and tell lies from truth That's yours and mine and Rockwell's Blues Yours and mine and Rockwell's Blues