[Storyteller.]

Yesterday I got lost in the circus,
feeling like such a mess.
Now I'm down, I'm just
hanging on the corner;
I can't help but reminisce.
When you're gone
all the colors fade.
When you're gone no
New Year's Day parade.
You're gone; colors seem to fade.

Your mama called, she said that
you're downstairs crying,
feeling like such a mess.
Yeah I hear you, you're in
the background bawling.
What happened to your
sweet summertime dress?

I know we all,
we all got our faults.
We get locked in our
vaults and we stay.

But when you're gone
all the colors fade.
When you're gone no
New Year's Day parade.
You're gone.
Colors seem to fade.
Colors seem to fade.
Yeah.