Colors Of The Sun Lyrics

Jackson Browne Colors Of The Sun

Colors of the sun
Flashing on the water top
Echo on the land

Picking for a coin
Many other tiny worlds
Singing past my hand

Awake to understand
You are not dreaming
It is not seaming
Just to be this way

Dying men draw numbers in the air
Dream to conquer little bits of time
Scuffle with the crowd to get their share
And fall behind their little bits of time

Voices in the air
Sympathetic harmony
Coming from the trees

Hanging at my door
Many shiny surfaces
Clinging in the breeze

Oh, leave me where I am
I am not losing
If I am choosing
Not to plan my life

Disillusioned savior search the sky
Wanting just to show someone the way
Asking all the people passing by
Doesn't anybody want the way

I say goodbye to Joseph and Maria
They think, they see another sky
From my fallen window, I still see them
I'll never free them from the sky