It's the black of the coffee that lets you through work
It's the yellow of the mustard stain on your coworker's shirt
It's the red of the papercut that bleeds into your soft manilla files

It's the green of the plastic lamp that sits on the window sill
It's the blue hue of the sky that looks just like a sleeping pill
It's the pink and purple blouse that Susan wears because she still thinks that's in style

You live your life through a color-muted show
You know there's something out there
What it is, you just can't tell
But you'll know what to do

You'll push right through the sadness, through the tangled red and blue
You'll try something new
It's all up to you

It's the strawberry-blonde of the popular girl's hair
It's the sharp and sweet and minty smell of gum that they will share
It's the orange of the bus lines as they burn away the blinding morning dark

It's the black of the night sky tinned with stars and navy blue
It's the tan wood of a new guitar, the sheen of a kazoo
It's the bright green of the trees, the leaves, as you sit on the bench at Central Park

You live your life through a color-muted show
You know there's something out there
What it is, you just can't tell
But you'll know what to do

You'll push right through the sadness, through the tangled red and blue
You'll try something new
It's all up to you

You live your life through a color-muted show
You know there's something out there
What it is, you just can't tell
But you'll know what to do

You'll push right through the sadness, through the tangled red and blue
You'll try something new
It's all up to you

It's all up to you
It's all up to you
It's all up to you

It's all up to you