Из альбома: Sack Full of Silver
Guy Kyser/Roger Kunkel/Matthew Abourezk)
Looks like the sun can light
Your features from behind their hidden side
Speaking of an age has yet to come
Without the sun the grass
Would never grow and time would cease to pass
And everyone would stay just the same
Guess it's the sun that shrinks
The houses and the streets of the town
Especially my house which used to have these hidden lands