Another Sky Wind blows through Your maple hair Another door unlocks Those dreams we share Sunset in your eyes Do take care Another day has gone by When leaves turn gold Release the soul Make blue angels cry When young are blue The old turn gray Another time Another place Another sky
Oh sweet mountains reigning high in God's domain there like judges sitting in the highest court of royal blue sky wearing your thunderous black robe and wearing the aristocratic white wig of the elites above your head is this crown of snowy white clouds there standing so proud this time i say loud give me another sweet mountain
the dazzle of rainbow colored bubbles as big as ghost white storm clouds collide and transform themselves into another world on the other side where i stepped inside of the bubble
to this love and beyond i see the fresh silouhette of your soul through the traveled soul behind the tainted glass and there i see through a pain that shall tear us apart
in Tanzania where migrating herds of wildebeests, gazelles, zebras and buffalos stampeding across the vast Serengeti Plains ignite the world then write their names in gold ignite the skyline of earth create a painted watercolor sunset
life is a patch of light watercolored canvas with autumn leaves pumpkin orange red gold indigo and mustard green made of odd and even brush strokes that color my dreams that a patch of light
Lucifer get behind thee because we are asking the Lord for a perfect peace thy will be done thy kingdom come on earth as it is in sweet heaven that we receive a perfect peace
what hangs up high upon this wall a photograph of you so big and tall inside of the picture frame i look through and there i can hear your voice call thus four lines to make a square hello are you still there let me hold your photograph in the air so i can look at you again...again i swear
what pain captured in our hearts when we give all of our love from the start while reality takes part a picture of loneliness captured in our broken hearts
lord i'm a simple family man cause i gotta wife and them two chillren well i'm a-workin' extra hard each and a-everyday I just get on my old tired knees and i just a-pray 'bout dat place right up there over yonder called a-heaven lord i wanna make a reservation for a non-stop flight where there is a big mansion and a-plenty enough room for us hard a-workin' folks to go there oh lord how do i get to a place called heaven
a full head of steam with the black locomotive engine running down the railroad tracks ghost white smoke rush from the stack next stop on the train line a place called Terrytown
love moves like a train and forgets to pick up its passengers at the railroad station all the same a place called Terry Town oh love we still feel the pain
lord i put you in my heart and this is the place for me to start i shout it out throughout this world yes Lord i am alive only because He is on the move deep inside well i embrace you lord this time because He provides and knows a place for me to start
hell is a place of darken doors full of claw-basket evil-minded souls where the clients ask to drink of ice water i am still sure but generosity and compassion does not exist anymore but Satan still sit on the thrown even more
we are from the planet earth we have traveled through the distant stars and we seek peace and tranquility to colonize habitable planets and to call it home