Rockwell's Blues

It was very charming, the way you left my heart
 It may be a tragedy, but it's still a work of art
 Low, lonesome, and leaving
 Tired of the same feelings
 We really did try everything
 Nothing left to do
 But sing a round of Rockwell's Blues
 We drove up to Stockbridge the day that things got started
 To look at Norman's paintings and watch the swallows dart
 People and how we see them
 Like pictures at the museum
 I'm seeing what I want to
 Please don't spoil my view
 So many colors here in Rockwell's Blues
 I lost my temper, I broke things and slammed doors
 Tangos and tantrums across the kitchen floor
 You looked embarrassed for me
 Saw me in all my glory
 What's a girl to do?
 Cleaning up and sorting through
 For the sake of argument, before I'm out of paint
 We'll say you were an angel, and that makes me a saint
 A lover stands in the doorway
 Another masterpiece hangs in the hallway
 Artists gather 'round and tell lies from truth
 That's yours and mine and Rockwell's Blues
 Yours and mine and Rockwell's Blues