Fell out of the sky sometime in 1952. Through the radiance looking for my shoes. Daddy left and momma cried. Got a passport for the blues. I didn't share their hometown point of view.
Well I come home in the evening. To the same old house alone. And in the silence of these empty rooms. I take shelter from the storm. But I brought a paint box.
Aey, ooh. . Now the sand is shiftin' through your life. The hands of time are twistin' through your days. A captured moment in your kiss. Like winter snow it's gone, melted away.