Everyone has their own myths

If not their father's troubles

Then it's their mother's kiss

But you would you save my life

Or take it away from me - stab me with a knife



Hey you could find it in yourself, I know

To fly across the cobalt sky

And leave me down below, I know

To bend my neck and wave goodbye



You pictured in black and white - clouds stay 'til night

Don't make the day look right

You in a beatnick black beret - out on a sunny day

Make the crows fly away



(c) 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI