(Rodney Crowell) Colors of your heart like the colors on a pinwheel Spinning around turning away Colors of your eyes tell me you're changing Tell me you're leaving and that it's too late to try. Diamonds and sand slide through your hands like you've done through mine Did I look away or did I never say how I needed you Colors of your heart like the places you're going There's no way of knowing what did I do so wrong. --- Instrumental --- Diamonds and sand slide through your hands like you've done through mine Did I look away or did I never say how I needed you Colors of your eyes like the blues in a bottle They taking you down let them wash you away...