There's a place where the sun breaks through. And the wind bites cold and hard. Stings my ears and tears my eye. When the day starts to shout out loud.
Somber sister. This is a strange and bitter fruit. Because you taught me to sing. And the rhythm in my heart. And the rhythm in my feet is -. . Why are the rainbows.
Anna Blue oh. Anna Blue oh. Anna. Not me, not you. Just time and a sigh. On a line look in fine print-. The small town dream. To be part of the scene.