Blue eveningray eberlyblue evening comes at the close of dayblue evening, spent in the same old way.my future looks as dark as the sky above methere must be someone here in this world who loves me.a sweet love song, would be so grand to knowbut my love songs are all from the radioanother dawn is waiting for me, another day and thenanother blue evening again.cgorman@buncombe.main.nc.us