Indigo Girl

You wore an indigo, let me guessLast time I saw you was in a photoNow all I wish to get from you is a cameoYou the one I would like to call my widowThe tenderness of your love is like that of a whitlow..

I am raising my voice to sing for you I am not using falsettoSee here my tempo is not in an allegroTo protect you I got enlisted in judoEven though am lumbering I will walk to reach you at the gulf of MexicoBurden. . .