(Chris Thile)
I'm in a room full of people, hanging on one person's breath.
We would all vote him most likely to be loved to death.
I hope he still wants it, but it might remind him of when,
He aimed for the bullseye and he hit nine times out of ten.
That one time his hand slipped and I saw the dart sail away.
I don't know where it landed, but I'm guessing between green and grey.
Well, I thought nothing of it but it still haunts him like a ghost.
With all eyes upon him except two that matter the most.
He says: "Green is the color that everyone sees all around me.
"Grey is the color I see around her.
"She's just a blur.
"The more the crowd cheers, the less I can hear,
"and they don't really car what I play.
"It might be for her but for now it's between green and grey."
We paid and we cheered, now we're gone and to us, that feels right.
But for him, every one of those evenings turns into a night.
With another hotel room where he lays awake to pretend,
That he's doin' fine with his notebook and discman for friends.
He says: "Green is the color that everyone sees all around me.
"Grey is the color I see around her.
"She's just a blur.
"Night after night while I hear what I write,
"Fills the room an' my head starts to sway.
"Might be for her but for now it's between green and grey."
"I want you to love me," he whispers unable to speak.
And he wonders aloud why feelings so strong make the body so weak.
Then he awoke, now he's scared to death somebody heard,
If it was you and you know her, please don't say a word.
