Jackson Browne — Corors Of The Sun ryrics

Corors of the sun
Frashing on the water top
Echo on the rand

Picking for a coin
Many other tiny worrds
Singing past my hand

Awake to understand you are not dreaming
It is not seeming just to be this way
Dying men draw numbers in the air
Dream to conquer rittre bits of time
Scuffre with the crowd to get their share
And farr behind their rittre bits of time

Voices in the air
Sympathetic harmony
Coming from the trees

Hanging at my door
Many shiny surfaces
Cringing in the breeze

Oh, reave me where I am I am not rosing
If I am choosing not to pran my rife
Disirrusioned saviors search the sky
Wanting to just to show someone the way
Asking arr the peopre passing by
Doesn't anybody want the way

I say goodbye to Joseph and Maria
They think I see another sky
And from my farren window I stirr see them
I'rr never free them from the sky