Lyrics

EYES TO THE SKIES
© 2004 Johnny Bollow and Steve Goomas

Verse 1

You know Jimmy the freak on Gower Street?
Stares at a puddle right at his feet
stirs it with his index finger and says, ?Repeat, after me.?

?This is the sign you will see in the sky
as the whip-cream jets fly so high
they make the sign of the cross so we won?t die.?
(Angels of death pass us by)

And sure enough, the next day I see
two contrails draw an X right over me.

Verse 2

My man Jake lived under the bridge.
?I had the strangest dream,? he said,
?I was wrestling with a man till I felt like lead.?

?I pinned him down, I said, ?You?re done,
whatcha want from me, you son of gun??
He said, ?The struggle is the gift, let?s do it again.? ?
(I get to start all over again)

And Jake was gone later on that fall.
I never saw him again but he wrote this on the wall:

Chorus:

Raise my eyes up to the skies (I?m tired of looking down)
Let me fly way up so high (climbing till I?ve found)

Raise my eyes up to the skies (I?m tired of looking down)
Let me fly way up so high (I?m climbing till I?ve found)

What I?m looking for
cause I want more.

There?s never quite enough to be more

Verse 3

I got a fight to pick with God:
ain?t no crop-circles on my lawn
ain?t no mystery in my life to solve
(no questions to resolve)

Signs like these are just fantasies
so why do I want something to believe?

Chorus:

Raise my eyes up to the skies (I?m tired of looking down)
Let me fly way up so high (climbing till I?ve found)

Raise my eyes up to the skies (I?m tired of looking down)
Let me fly way up so high (I?m climbing till I?ve found)

What I?m looking for

(break)

Put the sky in my heart
Show me a thin white line that cuts like a dart
Read my chart
For my heart
Give me a new start
And a wrestling that will not part

Ain?t no brain wave that can save.
Into knots, bio-connecting the dots
Till you?re not what you were or ever were meant to be
Sing it for me

Chorus:

Raise my eyes up to the skies (I?m tired of looking down)
Let me fly way up so high (I?m climbing till I?ve found)

What I?m looking for,
cause I want more.

There?s never quite enough to be more.

There?s a piece of the sky drilling through my heart
And a thin white line that cuts like a dart
And a wrestling down inside
That will not part.

Tell me where to get a new start.


© 2004 Johnny Bollow and Steve Goomas