there are blackberry brambles down where the railroads cross
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and old timer trees wearing the spanish moss
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no better place for a boy to get lost in a dream
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he won't learn to tell a real lie for another year or two
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or offer any alibis just to please you
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forgetting the truth is something odd for him to do
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it seems the sky's the limit for the bird on the wing
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every minute now the view is changing
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it's life on earth with the ground as an optional thing
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well the boy becomes a bigger boy and that bigger boy yearns to write
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so his eyeballs take a good look at a new book every night
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it's cover to cover page by page as he reads left to right
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he may learn to tell his own tale in some summer yet to come
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but for now he serves it piecemeal never sure it's ever done
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and like the color of a baby's eye
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you see him change from this to that into someone
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the sky's the limit for the bird on the wing
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every minute now the view is changing
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it's life on earth with the ground as an optional thing
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i've been staring out this window through last years fingerprints
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studying each cloud form as it came and as it went
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slowing down the world to a crawl is a planned accident
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the sky's the limit for the bird on the wing
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every minute now the view is changing
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it's life on earth with the ground as an optional thing
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The Sky's the Limit
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| Shawn Mullins |
