Bright Red Saturday

It was a bright red Saturday and the sun bled down upon us
The cars still ran the same, like nothing at all's different,
But you.

No one seemed to look my way, they pretended to know nothing
But they all thought I was to blame,
That it's my fault that the one thing that I had,
The only thing I needed, is gone.

So why do I feel
Like it's my fault that you're gone?

Sun fades behind a foggy gray, people whispered in their houses
Just another thing to say, and if it's just gossip,

Then why do I feel
Like it's my fault that you're gone?



©Nigel A. Wilson        ASCAP        zero2ten Publishing