I question life
and wonder why
I often wish that I could try
To end the ache, and hurt and pain.
Peace from within I can’t regain.
At night I fly through pale blue skies,
past mountains painted green.
If I ever see the streets again,
I’ll remember where I’ve been.
The tears hide inside my eyes
Begging to come alive outside.
The anger screams from deep within,
For things to be as they might have been.
At night I fly through pale blue skies,
past mountains painted green.
If I ever see the streets again,
I’ll remember where I’ve been.
And even though I may never ever see
My life the way it used to be,
There has to be a better way
Than to live like this another day.
At night I fly through pale blue skies,
past mountains painted green.
If I ever see the streets again,
I’ll remember where …
At night I fly through pale blue skies,
past mountains painted green.
If I ever see the streets again,
I’ll remember where I’ve been.
