The sun goes down He takes the day, but I'm grown And in your way He walks away My tears dry on their own In this blue shade So we are history Your shadow covers me The sky above ablaze

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

She’s a dirty little thing, crazy as hell She’s a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette Like an old blues song stuck in my head Mississippi mud and I’m sinking in She’s my rock-n’-roll queen, sweet southern belle She’s got Mississippi Blood runnin’

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

We crawl on our knees for you Under a sky no longer blue We sweat all day long for you But we sow seeds to see us through But sometimes dreams just don't come true We crawl, all over you To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away To the rhythm of the

Next to you But here I am The sky is so blue I never came to the beach or stood by the ocean I never sat by the shore under the sun with my feet in the sand But you brought me here and I'm happy that you did 'Cause now I'm as free as birds catching the

Feel better if you just lie You got leaving in your eyes Read you like an open book Standing on the edge but you can't look down Sure is quiet, sky's too blue You ain't hiding but I can't find you Sheets on the line so, nothing's changed Guess it's

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

I am the voice of never, never land The innocence, the dreams of every man Every chimney, every moonlit sight Every memory that you hold dear I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, I am the story that will read you

Cold black water She's southern comfort She's sweet magnolia sugarcane Yeah she's every jet trail sky There's wild horses in her eyes And her heart's a load you'd love to try and take She could've been born and raised in a Kentucky bluegrass town East