What would you do,

If my heart had gone blue,
If all the lies we told became true,
If the grass had turned red,
the floor was our bed,
and everything we love, we never knew?

What would you say,

If your tongue became gray,
If dreams had started to fray,
If your voice found its place
in outer space
and the memories we had were washed away?

Would you sing me a song,
something saucy and long?

Would you play me a chord,
one that fluttered and soared?

or would you put on your shoes,
go where you choose
and sing along to your bottle-cap-blues?