Everybody wants perspective from a hill But everybodys wants cant make it past a window sill I can see you in your room at night Pictures on your walls Little forest scenes and high school Halloweens But they dont come to you They dont come to you at all All houses dream in blueprints Our houses dream so hard Outside, you can see my shoeprints Ive been dreaming in your yard One of these days, these days will end The kitchen window, the light will bend Youll be carving a pumpkin with a knife When someone at the table says Thats not what I call a life! The elephants are so ashamed of their size Hosing them down, I tell em, You got pretty eyes Out in the backyard, I used to make like I was a cowboy Id set my dog before a hoop and say, Now boy, now boy! When the governors heart fails The state bird falls from its branch Icicles on hells higher hills Meanwhile, back home at the ranch I still get up early in the morning And I never knew a better place I believe that stars are the headlights of angels Driving from heaven to save us, to save us Look in the sky Theyre driving from heaven into our eyes And final words are so hard to devise I promise that Ill always remember your pretty eyes Your pretty eyes
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