Good-Bye By Tyrone Woodward

I was sitting in my room
When the thought walked through
The door
It sat down next to me and introduced
Itself as the answer to all my problems
After we had finished talking it handed
Me a package saying that inside it I would
Find the peace and serenity I had for so long been searching for
At first I was afraid but then the thought
Became so persistent I could nolonger refuse
Good-Bye

Do Colors Make Sounds? By Tyrone Woodward

Hey Baby! I thouht I'd drop you a line
In case you haven't noticed I've been gone for two months or more
I'm the woman you said you loved not just some drug store whore
So whatever your doing, just stop and turn your music down
I want you to know I'm writing from the maturnity ward
Where your son last night was born
Since I've got your attendtion have you noticed that I'm writing in crayon?
How some of the words are in blue and some of them brown?
I've got a question for you before you put this letter down
I just want to know

Do colors make sounds?

As I lay in this warm and well lit place
I can clearly see the dum look on your face
And it leads me to ask you with your head held down
If I throw red and yellow pant on a canvas
Would they just lie there then run to the ground?
Or would they be heard like my next words

Do colors make sounds?

In other words when orange and purple clash
Do they make sounds?
For instance does black make the sound of two cars crashing?
And is white the sound of a hourse in full stride?
And will it be the sound I'll make when I become your bride?
And does brown make the sound that makes me want to run and hide?
I'm asking

Do colors make sounds?

Baby is green the color of a new beginning?
And is that the color I'll see in the sky
As I ride on a plan back to your arms with your son in mine?
Or will I be the one lost in the rainbow as you walk away like Clark Gable?
To spread your seed and enpragnate another
Or are you the man who's gonna really love me?
Then all our colors run together again and another be born as I surrender?
Tell me now

Do colors make sounds?

Well, I've got to go, your boy wants to eat
Just remember I told you I'll be back in a week
If you don't have an aswer yet, then I think I do
By the sound of your son I think it's true
Yes

Colors make sounds, colors make sounds, colors make sounds

I'm Gone By Tyrone Woodward

I picked up the phone but refused to deal
Some how I feel it's my only way out
To never return would be the best thing for me
She hirt me so much as she can see
I'm left all alone with no wear to go
And now I feel I must let her know

I'm Gone, I'm Gone, I'm Gone

At first she said we'd always be together
She came in from the cold and the December wheather
She made me feel complete again and again
Now the only thing I can say to win in the end is that

I'm Gone, I'm Gone, I'm Gone

What I can't believe now that we've parted
Is how she could change and be so dishearting
Maybe that's what makes this love continue to burn
For within my heart there's a hirt that I didn't earn
So I must let her fly like a bird
Just let her go without saying a word
Somehow she'll know when I don't return
I'd really like to see her face when she feels this burn
On the second she knows

I'm Gone, I'm Gone, I'm Gone

She don't know why I'm leaving or what to do
Rigth now she ani't even got a clue
That in the morning I'll be starting a new
Being in this relationship has took it's told
This whole hook up is starting to mold
What I can't understand as I take out my parting list
Is how and why she could be so heartlist
As I look at her picture and remember our first kiss
If things go right she won't need a plan
Cause God made sure to leave her on demand
And for her I've done all that I can so

I'm Gone, I'm Gone, I'm Gone