Gray

Gray is the color of the sky  In the early morning  I want to fly  Especially when it’s pouring  When people say their mood is gray  Like it's the worst thing ever  What am I supposed to say When it's between good times and bad times ever  Gray is a normal emotion  Kind of in the middle People hope you get a promotion Instead of playing the fiddle Gray is a classic  It will never be old  And can’t be plastic And can’t be cold