Jane Siberry The Sky Is So Blue
We're going to the seashore Gonna burst upon the brine From a car that's full of babies And dogs and food and wine Sand in our suits and salt in our hair And everyone feeling so fine The sky is so blue You can see right through My heart is so big I can't get through the door That's what I'm here for We're going to the country And we're gonna plant some wheat We're gonna steal some cow corn And drive across the fields Dance around the scarecrows And do whatever we please We're going to the country In our little deux-chevaux We're gonna put the top down Crank the radio up full Honk at all the cars we meet And let them know we know The sky is so blue... We're going to the mountains If there's still a little snow Gonna do some spring-skiing Go as fast as we can go Give instructions from the chairlift And tell all those tourists to go for it See the shorts and t-shirts Go whizzing through the trees With their Hollywood sunglasses And the scratches on their knees Yodelling on the mountainside And cutting the air like chickadees The sky is so blue... We're going to the cliffs now To see if we can fly I think I could do better With your wing out of my eye You can see for miles up here Open heart in open sky The sky is so blue You can see right through Our hearts they are so big We can't get through the door That's what we're here for
