Up as you go fuckerella. Share with us. I'm Mr. Dreamer but I have laid on the wind, nothing much to offer. I see the birds, how they need not know, because I'm not thinking this world is ever still. I'm just a shadow of your thoughts. Sun is setting shadows growing. I don't guess figure we'll turn it into night, like nothing in this world ever seen. Oh, sometimes the birds just ate passing by. Why can't that always be? Tossing a sigh from your warm, the juice comes, just enough dark to see. How you're the light over me. And by your sign, go any key, I can scroll through. Into that strong and stunning motto. A cowboy stumbling in your very finest fields, like nothing good out there won't get old. Oh, sometimes the birds just ate passing by. Why can't that always be? Tossing a sigh from your warm, the juice comes, just enough dark to see. Oh, sometimes the birds just ate passing by. Why can't that always be? Tossing a sigh from your warm, the juice comes, just enough dark to see. How you're the light over me. Tossing a sigh from your warm, the juice comes, just enough dark to see.