some silver jews:

Everybody wants perspective from a hill

but everybody's wants can't make it past the window sill

I can see you in yourt room at night

the pictures on your walls

little forest scenes and high school halloweens

but they don't come to you

they don't come to you at all

All houses dream in blueprints

our house dreams so hard

Outside you can see my shoeprints

I've been dreaming in your yard

One of these days these days will end

Thru the kitchen window the light will bend

You'll be carving a pumpkin with a knife

when someone at the table says

"that's not what I call a life!"

The elephants are so ashamed of their size

hosing down I tell them "you got pretty eyes"

Out in the backyard I used to make like I was a cowboy

I'd set my dog before a hoop and say "now boy, now boy!"

When the governer's heart fails

the state bird falls from its branch

Icicles on hell's 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 the stars are the headlights of angels

driving from heaven to save us

to save us

Won't you look at the sky?

They're driving from heaven into our eyes

and though final words are so hard to devise

I promise that I'll always remember your pretty eyes

your pretty eyes



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