Television Blue – Andy Shauf

Up to the surface, cold and blue, I look over at her
Sweater on, suntan glowing
She says, “Maybe we should go”
And I nod my head, feeling the rain in my hair

Wind picks up, throws me a towel
Up the stairs, my feet wet
Fluorescent lights, suntan glowing
She says, “I’m glad we did this”
And I nod my head, feeling the rain in her hair

Television blue till three in the morning
Was she talking to me?
Eyes wide open, pitch dark
Unsure of what to do
I nod my head, dreaming of rain in my hair

Judy takes a sip, says, “I remember we stole bug spray
Out of money, blue motel, you told me to go to hell”
I nod my head, “But remember the rain in your hair?”
Remember the rain in your hair?
Remember the rain in your hair?
Remember the rain in your hair?