Blue Sky

Goodbye blue sky, goodbye blue sky
Did you ever think you had it made
It's a big wide world
Think of all the games left to play
You wrote the letter
I saw your fingers bleed
And your brown eyes glaze
Such a beautiful waste

Goodbye blue sky, what will it be, wash over me
Goodbye blue sky, wash over me
What will it be, wash over me
Wash over me

Whatever happens to the time we give
Never took a life
Never stole a kiss
Sitting here
Staring out, it's a twisting world
Someone's cracked the glass and
Turned it upside down
 

Blue Sky. A straightforward song about terminal illness. This was aimed at the time at Marian Shepherd, a great friend and hard working lovely person, she had a big fright about her health, and I just wrote the lyrics for her, the music never changed much from my demo really. I'd like to dedicate it to anyone suffering the same sad fate.

(Apparently in France, someone had allegedly written that it was about 'smoking a joint in your back garden and looking upwards'. Well, I wouldn't (a) write anything so puerile, and (b) have no idea whom or where this story came.)