The Sky's The Limit

there are blackberry brambles down where the railroads cross

and old timer trees wearing the spanish moss

no better place for a boy to get lost in a dream

he won't learn to tell a real lie for another year or two

or offer any alibis just to please you

forgetting the truth is something odd for him to do

it seems the sky's the limit for the bird on the wing

every minute now the view is changing

it's life on earth with the ground as an optional thing

well the boy becomes a bigger boy and that bigger boy yearns to write

so his eyeballs take a good look at a new book every night

it's cover to cover page by page as he reads left to right

he may learn to tell his own tale in some summer yet to come

but for now he serves it piecemeal never sure it's ever done

and like the color of a baby's eye

you see him change from this to that into someone

the sky's the limit for the bird on the wing

every minute now the view is changing

it's life on earth with the ground as an optional thing

i've been staring out this window through last years fingerprints

studying each cloud form as it came and as it went

slowing down the world to a crawl is a planned accident

the sky's the limit for the bird on the wing

every minute now the view is changing

it's life on earth with the ground as an optional thing