father, father

i´m sitting on a yellow fence looking at the sky
talking ‘bout experience, the door is open wide.
i`m lying in a big brass bed, listening to the rain
watchin’ the future passing by but it is all in vain.

father father the sky is green, it´s turning into white.
father father the sky is green, i`m looking for a ride
i`m looking for a ride.

i`m crawling in a paper box tryin’ to rearrange
talkin’ ‘bout how life could be, while things are getting strange.
i`m flying in a green balloon watching time go by
cryin’ to mother earth below and wavin’ up to the sky.

father father the sky is green it´s turning into white.
father father the sky is green i`m looking for a ride
i`m looking for a ride.