Blue Skies
The air is cold with the snowflakes peaking through
In the pale light of a Sunday afternoon
And you’ve been told from the first time to the last
All your winters are staying in the past
-Sometimes the winds won’t blow the way you planned them to,
Sometimes the snow will fall even when your skies are blue-
The road is worn and you’re feeling all the cracks
And even with time you can’t relax
Your mind is torn between the new and what you know
Either way you know the doubt is gonna show
-Sometimes the winds won’t blow the way you want them to
Sometimes the snow will fall even when your skies are blue-
The air is warm and the sun is peeking through
In the white light of a Monday afternoon
And you’ve been told from the first time to the last
That winter is coming awful fast
-Sometimes the winds won’t blow the way you planned them to,
Sometimes the snow will fall even when your skies are blue.
Sometimes the winds won’t blow the way you want them to,
But I need you to know, I’m always here for you.-
