One Fine Color

I used to have a woman
Now I just have women
Used to have some good luck, now I just carry these charms
I used to have a fine sense of humor
But I traded it for complications
Now instead of reaching for the distance I just fold these tired arms

I used to dream in one fine color
Sweet hazy, sublime shade of red
Now it's just the black and the white or else some strange psychedelic nightmare
A whole mess of colors swirling round instead
And it seems that…

One love is far greater than many
One feeling never can be ignored
Two times the fun can be far too many
And too much of a good thing ain't no good

I used to give away a flower a day
Now I've got me a field of roses
That stare back at me from the window and beg me for somewhere to go

I used to leave the light on after sunset
Now I just sit in the darkness
Count the hours as they roll by and I sip my bourbon slow
And I know that…
One love is far greater than many

One feeling never can be ignored
Two times the fun can be far too many
And too much of a good thing ain't no good
It ain't no good