Song Description

A smooth-jazz pop song

Lyrics

Some people leave in the morning some people leave in the afternoon Some people leave right on time some people leave much to soon
Ah, but everybody's on the line somewhere I guess it's just that time
But I've been talking talking trying hard to find something that says it's mine
And the skies grew dark and the rain came down
Washed and it cleaned every sight every sound It got washed away...
See, I've been standing in a place somewhere always in the lost and found
I've been crying trying to stop my flying get my feet back on the ground And the skies grew dark and the rain came down
Washed and it cleaned every sight every sound
It got washed away... washed away.
You've got good fish on the table and angels in a jar
And it's not that I'm not able but I can't see out that far
There are people seeing sights some place and it gives me grounds to care
But after falling calling I found out there is nothing for me really there
No reason to be nervous about it all depends on what's the deal
Don't talk about heaven like it's out there shining like a star and it's all real...
You've got catfish on the table and angels in a jar
And it's not that I'm not able but I can't see out that far
You've got innocence before you and all of that's real fine...
All I've got are boundless children but none of them believe that they are mine
Everybody talks about the truth somehow I can see it isn't so
When Don Quixote fears and Romeo is in tears then it's time for me to go Because when the skies turn dark and the rain comes down
Cleans everything from the roof to the ground It gets washed away... gets washed away...