Cobalt Skies - Untitled Lyrics
The jacket's in the car if you decide you're getting coldA stripe, a line, a fade design,This fountain light is made of goldAnd your saving your coins for someplaceThat you think you'll loveAnd your saving your last words for someoneWho knows what they're made ofYou're my way homeYou're my way homeThere's muscles in your handsThat keep the music flowing, flowingUntil those sleepy heads are goneAnd I wake up with sound in my headI don't remember what happened last night, or what I saidBut you're my way homeYou're my way homeYou're my wayHome, home, homeYou're my wayHome, home, homeYou're my way