If you were a college age girl in Utah in the mid nineties to early 2000's, chances are you've been to a Colors concert. Colors was made up of three boys who went to Davis high school, started a band and managed to gain a little cult following amongst said college age LDS females over the years.
They played at SUU my freshman year and I was one of hundreds of starry eyed girls sitting in the Student Center living room daydreaming about what it would be like to have a boyfriend who wrote songs with my initials in it. They played a song that day that was about a girl who has a crush on a boy and he doesn't feel the same way but he doesn't want to hurt her. Well I was an eighteen year old college freshman so OF COURSE there was a boy in that room I had a massive crush on who may or may not have actually known I was alive and so the song felt VERY personal. I was terribly disappointed when it turned out to be a new song that was not on the CD every single one of us bought after the show. I tried to keep the few lyrics and melody I remembered in my brain by singing it to myself as often as I could.
About a month and a half later, Colors played at a Student Government retreat I was attending. After that show I pulled the kid who wrote the song aside and asked him if I could get the lyrics. I'm sure he thought I was some weird fan who just wanted to talk to him but he was nice enough to write them all down. I would read them over from time to time and cry about various boys throughout my college career. I kept those lyrics in a folder for YEARS until Colors finally put the song on a CD after I was back from my mission. By then they had rewritten it a little and I thought the arrangement was kind of cheesy. I'm not really sure what happened to those lyrics either.
My friend Lisa gave me a copy of their "farewell" concert a few years ago and I ran across it tonight while I was looking for something else. It caught my eye because Lisa told me this week that the boy who wrote those lyrics down just got married. It has been a long, long time since I have listened to a Colors song and so of course there are a hundred ghosts hanging out in my room tonight. The most sobering one is that 18 year old me who is maybe just a little disappointed that in the twelve years since she first heard that song I haven't changed much but the geographic location of my unrequited crushes. I'm sorry 18. But just trust me, I'm pretty sure I know what I'm doing. And I have way better shoes than you.
So here you go, the arrangment is still a little hokey but it might wake up a few ghosts at your house too. Hey Girl by Colors.