Well it seems to me that you'vencried wolf once beforennow the deep blue skiesnnot so blue anymoren but it's the blue I sawn I now see in your eyesn it's the blue I sawn I once saw in the skynWell you sit back and laughnand tell me you own itnbut something tells menthat you just went and stole itnthe sky now greynhas something to saynhe said his color was stolen from himnripped right awaynand he's pointing his cloudy finger at younas you sit with your eyes glowing deadnin your dark little roomn But it's the blue I sawn I now see in your eyesn it's the blue I sawn I once saw in the skynWell you stand in the windnand soak it all innand you scream at the worldnthat you're ready to beginnbut if the sun can't come upnand up and out and outnthen neither will the peoplenthat you seem to scream aboutnso you walk through your daysnglowing in sunshine raysnand you hope to always keep itnas you kneel down to praynand as the grass growsnand so does the shownwell you smiley smilenbut never let gonand you watch as you playnthe struggle for dayndo you think in the endnit's worth what you pay?nso right back homenyou seem to always treadnand rest your eyesnon your soft feather bednbecause they grow tirednas you lay backnand listen to the thunder crackn-He wants his color back--------