Colour of the Sun

Touching down, high wire clown

Balances dreams that he's chosen

Northern lights all draped around

Melting stream that was frozen

Bicycles with rusted wheels

The frame in need of adjusting

Red-sky night that Fred Neil feels

Back when the Grove wasn't bustling

The working tide will come around again

A serenade lies waiting in the wind

For all your worldly treasures

There's nothing to be won

Nothing left to measure

Just you and me and the colour of the sun

Wild-eyed child wonders how

The sky connects to the ocean

Spinning fast then as now

She's unaware of the motion

The wise men and the fools keep taking turns

Every day more bridges seem to burn

With all your vaults of treasure

Would you trade them for some fun?

What's the price of pleasure?

Just you and me

You can add, subtract, divide or multiply

Watch the particles collide

And trust the stars up in the sky

Sand dunes gone, snatched by a storm

Are the poles really shifting?

Gypsy rains wash o'er the plains

Wood and dreams are still drifting

The best of times can still somehow be found

Even the worst of beaches will never let you down

For all your worldly treasures

For your battles lost and won

Nothing left to measure

Just you and me and the colour of the sun

Colour of the sun