Early one morning the sun was shining, I was lying in bed
Wondering if she had changed at all, if her hair was still red
Her folks said our lives together sure were gonna be rough
They never did like momma's homemade dress, poppa's bankbook wasn't big enough
She was standing on the side of the road, as rain's falling on my shoes
I'm headin' out for the old East Coast, Lord knows I've paid some dues
Getting through
Tangled up in blue
She was married when we first met, soon to be divorced