Well I'm floating around in the grey sky, high.nBut I'll never be a sinner 'till the day that I die.nGot the left wing flapping, and the right wing by my side.nStill, I'll never be a sinner 'till the day that I die.n'Cause there aint o hell when you're on my mindnAnd there aint no heaven if there aint no hell on firenAnd there aint no death in the livin' world.nSay on a Sunday to your brown-eyed-girl,nNo, no I'll never know until I go.nFrom the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.nI'll never have a wedding or a funeral, when I was seven I'd say they'd play brown-eyed-girlnbut I knew in my heart no tall tale'd turn my words.nAnd you can't turn your back on the looking glass, nSpin around fast, it'll poke your ass.nAs a leaver, and a looker, and a liver in the past.nFrom the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.nFrom the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.nAt Sweet Water county linenchanged my mind now I feel finenwipe the salt from the mirror 'cause Denver's oh so nearnAnd you can't turn your back on the looking glass, nSpin around fast, it'll poke your ass.nAs a leaver, and a looker, and a liver in the past.nFrom the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.nFrom the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.