We started painting the bedroom blue
Picked a color, I bought the paint
Got halfway up the western wall
Before the day got late
Said we'd finish Sunday morning
Sunday came and went
Now there's a line across the plaster
Like a signature we never met
Half painted room
Half of me still wants to stay
Half painted room The brushes hardened where we laid them down
Tuesday in May I sleep on the side that's finished
Took the side still white Sometimes I wake and trace that border in
the early light We talk about the weather
We talk about the bills We don't talk about that color
Hanging there so still
Half painted room
Half of me still wants to stay
Half painted room
The brushes hardened where we laid them down
That Tuesday in May
Maybe we were afraid
Of what finished with me
Of having nothing left to do but see
Paint cans in the basement
Still three quarters full
I walk past it every morning
On my way to work