Greencards Outskirts Of Blue
I still call out for angels
(and) I still wish on a falling star
and the rain makes me smile
when I wonder where you are
As the fields of green pass by
I can taste the wine that we once shared
and I sing with the flowers on the mountain
through the winds that whisper there
The truth has a habit
of creeping right on up to you
You left your mark on my heart like an old stone tablet
weathered and worn on the outskirts of blue
Today I found some old letters
At times I'd laugh, then I'd cry
It made me feel a whole lot better
the thought of you, by my side
