Verse:
She hates her little beige house
but too much color could hurt the re-sale.
Wears a little beige blouse,
Don't wanna stand out when you work retail.
She drives a little white car
but even it looks beige in the right light.
If you never aspire
You can never fall from any great height.

---

Chorus:
But it's alright, yeah baby it's alright
Some days, it's enough just knowing you're alive.
In good time, yeah all in good time
Color's gonna bleed into your little beige life.

---

Verse:
Dry wheat toast and oatmeal
a little cream in her coffee, some times she feels
like maybe she should mix things up a little
She's tired of being that girl in the middle
Maybe she should try online dating
These walls are suffocating
Those moments are few and fleeting
and shes not sure if her heart can  take that beating.

---

Chorus:
But it's alright, yeah baby it's alright
Some days it's enough just knowing you're alive.
In good time, yeah all in good time
Color's gonna bleed into your little beige life.

---

Bridge:
She wonders how she's supposed  to stop dwelling on the past
when every single day... is the exact same as the last.

---

Verse:
It’s a Friday evening and she’s wearing her coveralls 
She’s got a glass in her left hand a brush in her right 
and a new coat of paint on the wall
Steps back, to admire her handywork, takes a little sip of wine
Paint on her face and a dozen other places, Agreeable Gray but at least she's trying

---

Chorus:
And it's alright, yeah baby it's alright
Some days it's enough just knowing you're alive
In good time, yeah all in good time
Gonna set fire to your little beige life.