Shades Of Grey

The sun is white and the moon is gray And the river is black blue and green The young are young and the old are old And there are no shades of gray in between There's at least ten different strains of smoke in the air And my prints are on them all to prove I was there And I love the curses but I'm not one for the trenches And I do love the walking but thank god for the benches it's hard to tell where green begins and the city gray stops I guess the trees all bought their armor at second hand shops My second had is working but the minute hand is broke again I know time will pass but I don't know when