Flyhigh
Died a long time ago in the 1880's...leatherman, leatherman.
Covered with leather, but it wasn't tight.
Underneath the moon in the woods at night...
Makin' the rounds ten miles a day,
Once a month they'd spot him, here's what they'd say...
"Here he comes, he's a man of the land.
He's leatherman. Smile on his face, an axe in his pack.
He's leatherman."
Comes out of the caves once a day to be fed.
Wasn't known to say but "Thanks for the bread."
So modern day I walk my wa
Little Pink Stars
Barefoot in the sand,
wishing God would lend a hand.
Wave after wave comes crashing down,
washing away a little more ground.
Seems to me that's how all things are.
Giving and taking little pink stars.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to feel you from the inside.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
Walking along with the ocean at my heels,
loving the way the water feels.
Up in the sky something catches my eye,
as bright as a star in the northern sky.
Seems to me that's how all things are,
giving and taking little pink stars.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to feel you from the inside.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
Seems to me that's how all things are.
Giving and taking little pink stars.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to feel you from the inside.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want the world to know that you're mine,
I want to touch you.
I want to touch you.