Because we own the sky Secrets from the winds Burnt stars crying It's coming, it's coming now! What's coming? What's coming now? Each shade of blue Is kept in our eyes Keep blowing and lighting Soft, soft or cruel

And all I want to do is watch the wind blow by And all I want to do is let it be And be with you and watch the wind blow by And all I want to see is you and me Go on forever like the clear blue sky Slowly, there's only you and I The creek goes ripplin'

Drink some Margaritas by a string of blue lights Listen to the Mariachi play at midnight Are you with me, are you with me? I wanna dance by water 'neath the Mexican sky Are you with me?

Drink some Margaritas by a string of blue lights Listen to the Mariachi play at midnight Are you with me, are you with me? I wanna dance by water 'neath the Mexican sky Are you with me?

All set ready to go, but little does he know He ain't comin' back no more All set ready to fly, into that deep blue sky Like so many times before Now the tower's callin', there's no reply And there's nothin' they can do Now the night is fallin' before

Drink some Margaritas by a string of blue lights Listen to the Mariachi play at midnight Are you with me, are you with me? I wanna dance by water 'neath the Mexican sky Are you with me?

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts?

I see I was just another Sunset fadin' in your eyes I may never love another But I had my girl of the summer The boardwalk's empty, gray stole the blue from the sky And ain't nobody watchin' the sun burnin' into the night Nobody is hangin' 'round makin'

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful and so are you Dear Prudence won't you come out to play Look around round round Dear Prudence open up your eyes Dear Prudence

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing