Colors Of The Sun - Jackson Browne

Colors of the sun 
Flashing on the water top 
Echo on the land 

Picking for a coin 
Many other tiny worlds 
Singing past my hand 

Awake to understand you are not dreaming 
It is not seaming just to be this way 
Dying men draw numbers in the air 
Dream to conquer little bits of time 
Scuffle with the crowd to get their share 
And fall behind their little bits of time 

Voices in the air 
Sympathetic harmony 
Coming from the trees 

Hanging at my door 
Many shiny surfaces 
Clinging in the breeze 

Oh, leave me where I am I am not losing 
If I am choosing not to plan my life 
Disillusioned savior search the sky 
Wanting to just to show someone the way 
Asking all the people passing by 
Doesn't anybody want the way 

I say goodbye to Joseph and Maria 
They think I see another sky 
And from my fallen window I still see them 
I'll never free them from the sky