Morning sunshine through the curtain. Throws a Rorschach on my wall. Waking up wide asleep. I try unraveling it all. By all rights I should be dead. From this bullet hole in my head.
I watched every sun up comin' over my tin cup. Seen every moon changin' while I slept with the sky. Felt the chill in the north wind, find holes that I can't mend.
I'm skeptical of banana trees. 'Cause they sway too much in the tropic breeze. I'm skeptical that the world is round. . What keeps it up and what keeps me down.
(Kim Carnes/Dave Ellingson). I'm skeptical of banana trees. Cause they sway too much in the tropic breeze. I'm skeptical that the world is round. What keeps it up and what keeps me down.