Well it seems to me that you've
cried wolf once before
now the deep blue skies
not so blue anymore
but it's the blue I saw
I now see in your eyes
it's the blue I saw
I once saw in the sky
Well you sit back and laugh
and tell me you own it
but something tells me
that you just went and stole it
the sky now grey
has something to say
he said his color was stolen from him
ripped right away
and he's pointing his cloudy finger at you
as you sit with your eyes glowing dead
in your dark little room
But it's the blue I saw
I now see in your eyes
it's the blue I saw
I once saw in the sky
Well you stand in the wind
and soak it all in
and you scream at the world
that you're ready to begin
but if the sun can't come up
and up and out and out
then neither will the people
that you seem to scream about
so you walk through your days
glowing in sunshine rays
and you hope to always keep it
as you kneel down to pray
and as the grass grows
and so does the show
well you smiley smile
but never let go
and you watch as you play
the struggle for day
do you think in the end
it's worth what you pay?
so right back home
you seem to always tread
and rest your eyes
on your soft feather bed
because they grow tired
as you lay back
and listen to the thunder crack
-He wants his color back--------