Jets Overhead George Harrison
As I walk through forests lovely
Sapphire stars and sun bleached skies
Looking on a world in wonder
I begin to wonder why
I can't really love you
I can't make you understand
Futile faking, wandering wishbone
Subtle with her scurvy eye
Is my fate to take her with me
Is my fate to leave her dry?
I can't really love you
I can't make you understand
So lost in the numbers
So lost in your wrinkled hands
