Every night It's the same routine He has some hurting He's got to do Sets up a shrine To her memory So he can Fade to blue He takes her picture From its hiding place Tells it he loves her A time or two Carefully touches Her unchanging face Watches her Fade to blue Blue as the flame In the candle he lights Bluer than indigo ink Bluer than beale street On saturday night Blue as her eyes Used to be Every morning He wakes up From the dream Puts on a mask No one else Sees through Goes through The motions Of being free Drives home to Fade to blue Seems like The right thing to do Sit down And fade to blue