On a mantle made of oakwood There's a photograph from my childhood It was taken in the desert early light I look a lot like a leprechaun With a Mexican vest and a red hippie hat on Maracas in my left hand and stick in my right And there are canyons, there are caverns There are border roadside taverns I am held captive by the big blue sky above me She naps with the TV on I smell the June cut grass from my pappys lawn I play alone in the little room upstairs, hey, hey, hey There are Lincoln logs and cookie tins And colored blocks and wars to win I draw and I dream and beat my drums up there There are circus lights and maple leaves And there are daffodils and dogwood trees And I am held captive by the big blue sky above me, yeah Now the coffee's strong and the fruit's all wrong And my, my wakeup call's for somebody else And now the TV's hoax and neurosis jokes Always keep my laughing at myself I laugh a lot and that's what I do And I learn the things that I never knew I see canyons, I see caverns And I see border roadside taverns And I am held captive by the big blue sky above me I'm captive only by the big blue sky I am held captive by the big blue sky above me © ROADIEODIE MUSIC, INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com