And I flew so far afield
Window panes and grains and amber waves
Clear the red it's not a thing and my words a hollow seconding
Because some stains just can't be talked away...
...then I heard him say,
?Hey, kid, whatchya do?
All grown up just look at you
Hey, how?d the time get past?
Didn't know that you could run so fast.
Don't be blue from memories
Forget pains and rains and misbehaves
Not yet mets will bear you fruit
And things with wings protecting you.?
But some angels are rather hard to see...
...and so he said to me,
?Hey, kid, whatchya say?
Did someone take the day away?
Hey, kid why you grey?
When it's dark outside go in to play.?
Why?d you have to go away from here?
What was that you said I cannot hear?
Hey, kid, whatchya say... ...you can't be here, turn and walk away
Hey, kid, whatchya say... ...i've never seen your eyes this way
Hey, kid, whatchya say... ...I didn't mean to take your day away