There are blackberry brambles down where the railroads cross And old timer trees wearing the spanish moss No better place for a boy to get lost in a dream He won't learn to tell a real lie for another year or two Or offer any alibis just to please you Forgetting the truth is something odd for him to do It seems the sky's the limit for the bird on the wing Every minute now the view is changing It's life on earth with the ground as an optional thing Well the boy becomes a bigger boy and that bigger boy yearns to write So his eyeballs take a good look at a new book every night It's cover to cover page by page as he reads left to right He may learn to tell his own tale in some summer yet to come But for now he serves it piecemeal never sure it's ever done And like the color of a baby's eye You see him change from this to that into someone The sky's the limit for the bird on the wing Every minute now the view is changing It's life on earth with the ground as an optional thing I've been staring out this window through last years fingerprints Studying each cloud form as it came and as it went Slowing down the world to a crawl is a planned accident The sky's the limit for the bird on the wing Every minute now the view is changing It's life on earth with the ground as an optional thing
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