Feeder - Buck Rodgers Lyrics
Talk about itYou dream about itYou feel that theres no place left to glowOperatics, break the habitsYou feel that theres no place left to growYou gotta reach inside yourself and let it goClose your eyes and drift away to some place newWhere the skies are blue brings back the child in youCross a lonely field as birds begin to speakIts alrightIts okBlue, trueBlue, trueCry about it shout about itYou feel that theres no sense in going onLate november, change in weatherThe cold has got a hold of you againThat river's gonna drag you down againClose your eyes and drift away to someplace newWhere the skies are blue brings back the child in youCross a lonely field as birds begin to speakIt's alrightIts okIts alrightBlueNothing was stopping youNothing was stopping youNothing was stopping blueBlue, true, blue, true, miss youChild in you