Nobody will call Not as long as I keep my phone off the line Not as long as I keep my voice down inside of my mouth But it's getting harder to hide And the brightness of the colors makes it hard to describe And the voices that seem to come from all sides Make it hard to decide Black, blue, her, you I know a woman who said 'Oh if I could just turn back the clock When I was still scared and my hair was still dark And my hands were clean But now all my choices are spent And the men that I've known, they don't know what I meant And Cupid's arrow is backwards and bent When it's flying for me' Black, blue, her, you White, green, him, me Nobody will say Oh what a fine upstanding man With his ducks in a row, and his fifty-year-plan Complete with an ending But it's getting harder to see And the time between daylight seems longer to me And the person I am, and the person I'll be Refuse to meet Black, blue, her, you White, green, him, me