Beautiful Blue Skies and Golden Sunshine
Beautiful blue skies
Beautiful blue skies and golden sunshine
Are hanging in my mind
Like a swinging bridge of time
All drenched in starlings
But way out, past the final street
Of our town, a grid of humid heat
A bent spoke and a lower bar for bliss
A lost song rings into the mist
Above that freeway
In a crypt of cryptochrome
They'll call it a mistake
But I ain't going home
If there's still hope for me
It lies in some buffer zone
Beautiful blue skies
Beautiful blue skies and golden sunshine
On America online like a tunnel made of vines
All drenched in contrails
So I ask myself every day
I ask myself every day
How do you know
How do you know
Yeah I ask myself every day
Yeah I ask myself every day
How do you know
How do you know
That some song could ever stop the crush
Of this town, a grid of lime and dust
But we know, we know it's worth the risk
Of this tale, one autonomous
Above that freeway
In a crypt of cryptochrome
They'll call it a mistake
But I ain't going home
If there's still hope we'll see
When we lie in that buffer zone
But I ask myself every day
Yeah I ask myself every day
How do you know
How do you know
Yeah I ask myself every day
Yeah I ask myself every day
How do you know
How could you know
So have a great rest of your day
In this town, a grid of slush and clay
When you speak, the words they'll fly away
But when sung, they'll all forever stay
Above that freeway
In a crypt of cryptochrome
They'll call it a mistake
But we ain't going home
If there's still hope we'll see
When we lie in that buffer zone
Beautiful blue skies and golden sunshine
Are hanging in my mind
Like a swinging bridge of time
All drenched in starlings
But way out, past the final street
Of our town, a grid of humid heat
A bent spoke and a lower bar for bliss
A lost song rings into the mist
Above that freeway
In a crypt of cryptochrome
They'll call it a mistake
But I ain't going home
If there's still hope for me
It lies in some buffer zone
Beautiful blue skies
Beautiful blue skies and golden sunshine
On America online like a tunnel made of vines
All drenched in contrails
So I ask myself every day
I ask myself every day
How do you know
How do you know
Yeah I ask myself every day
Yeah I ask myself every day
How do you know
How do you know
That some song could ever stop the crush
Of this town, a grid of lime and dust
But we know, we know it's worth the risk
Of this tale, one autonomous
Above that freeway
In a crypt of cryptochrome
They'll call it a mistake
But I ain't going home
If there's still hope we'll see
When we lie in that buffer zone
But I ask myself every day
Yeah I ask myself every day
How do you know
How do you know
Yeah I ask myself every day
Yeah I ask myself every day
How do you know
How could you know
So have a great rest of your day
In this town, a grid of slush and clay
When you speak, the words they'll fly away
But when sung, they'll all forever stay
Above that freeway
In a crypt of cryptochrome
They'll call it a mistake
But we ain't going home
If there's still hope we'll see
When we lie in that buffer zone
Credits
Writer(s): William Bjorndal
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