Lyrics:
everywhere, though it's hard to get there.
3 Days to a holiday and those sunny skies of blue.
By the time that it leaves our shed,
our bus will be bright
spend my whole afternoon
Staring up at the moon
In a sky of blue
I’m in a sky of blue
In a sky of blue
Just waiting for you
Just waiting for you
Just
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just
out of luck
Friday's rain clouds
Saturday flies by
Sunday comes shining
From a blue, blue sky
The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
Standing in a field of three leaf clovers
Waiting for the rain to pass over
No rainbows, on my shoulder
Just the weight of walking day to day
Through the sun
And into the rain
Seven colors
Come back again
Red is so lovely
And very intense
Of fiery roar
Of confidence
Orange is exciting
by my coffee cup
It's six forty two and I'm waiting for you
Before I remember it's not a Tuesday
So I go on my way and the demons follow
'Cause
As I look to the sky
I can feel it's an ordinary day
Loneliness inside
Hoping something can end this misery
I am waiting for some kind of change
the fear-of-death blues, baby,
I've sent several distress signals, and now I'm so anxiously waiting to hear back from the me inside who can just sit with that without
for its time to come
You pray to the sky, waiting for a sign
But all there is is a final page
For a long-gone tale
In a groove hidden by the witching
Now Arlene took a-me by my hand, she said "Lonesome George you don't understand,
who do you love?"
The night were dark and the sky were blue, down
Six-thirty, the rain is falling and the sky's like a
Yellow balloon
I was waiting for the revolution and the Mexico
Sundown blue
And if you won't
Oh the weather looks fine no clouds today
The skies are truly blue
And I've got my space girl by my side
So I can take me a trip to the moon
So
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
not the one I know
Was aiming for the fantasy
But that's just not reality
But luckily my favorite color is blue
Sitting and waiting for time to pass by
in the smoky sky
Rocking horses they pass on by
Pink and blue and silver and green
Rocking horses aren't always what they seem
a poison cancer Up steps I found in the woods, above trees into moon lit skies, A flare melts off my balls, as ordered by my secrete fairy dancers Blood
my old cow-pony,
Wear my boots and Stetson too,
And ride all day on Texas plains
Beneath the skies of blue.
Now when my cheque of life I cash
Once there were green fields kissed by the sun
Once there were valleys where rivers used to run
Once there was blue sky with white clouds high
hundred and sixty-three feet of gleaming flight equipment
Being pushed up
Through the blue skies above
Hello, Neil and Buz
I copy to you by telephone
Take back the time by painting grays
Rewind the clock by counting days
I lost my strength by lifting weights
because I've slept for 7 days
I was
on the outside
Of these decaying walls
Your bitterness doesn't surprise me
As these pointless days go screaming by
Rejected sour eyes can't imagine blue skies
I
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