Rob Bonfiglio

Lyrics

ALMOST BLUE

Spilled my conscience on a well-worn floor,
A forlorn stranger only out for more,
Clearly over yeah, but not quite through,
Almost blue

And restless hearts are like sleepless nights,
Undercover yet plain in sight,
We make the motions 'cause we think it's true,
Almost blue, almost blue

And who we think we are, may have nothing to do
The heart will make the call
Almost ready, almost blue

We hold our promises in open hands,
Slippin', tumblin' like grains of sand,
But we keep on smilin' like we always do,
Almost blue, almost blue


words & music by Robert M. Bonfiglio
©2014 Carnella Songs, BMI