Well I'm floating around in the grey sky, high.
But I'll never be a sinner 'till the day that I die.
Got the left wing flapping, and the right wing by my side.
Still, I'll never be a sinner 'till the day that I die.
'Cause there aint o hell when you're on my mind
And there aint no heaven if there aint no hell on fire
And there aint no death in the livin' world.
Say on a Sunday to your brown-eyed-girl,
No, no I'll never know until I go.
From the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.
I'll never have a wedding or a funeral, when I was seven I'd say they'd play brown-eyed-girl
but I knew in my heart no tall tale'd turn my words.
And you can't turn your back on the looking glass,
Spin around fast, it'll poke your a**.
As a leaver, and a looker, and a liver in the past.
From the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.
From the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.
At Sweet Water county line
changed my mind now I feel fine
wipe the salt from the mirror 'cause Denver's oh so near
And you can't turn your back on the looking glass,
Spin around fast, it'll poke your a**.
As a leaver, and a looker, and a liver in the past.
From the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.
From the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.
But I'll never be a sinner 'till the day that I die.
Got the left wing flapping, and the right wing by my side.
Still, I'll never be a sinner 'till the day that I die.
'Cause there aint o hell when you're on my mind
And there aint no heaven if there aint no hell on fire
And there aint no death in the livin' world.
Say on a Sunday to your brown-eyed-girl,
No, no I'll never know until I go.
From the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.
I'll never have a wedding or a funeral, when I was seven I'd say they'd play brown-eyed-girl
but I knew in my heart no tall tale'd turn my words.
And you can't turn your back on the looking glass,
Spin around fast, it'll poke your a**.
As a leaver, and a looker, and a liver in the past.
From the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.
From the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.
At Sweet Water county line
changed my mind now I feel fine
wipe the salt from the mirror 'cause Denver's oh so near
And you can't turn your back on the looking glass,
Spin around fast, it'll poke your a**.
As a leaver, and a looker, and a liver in the past.
From the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.
From the start, from the start, you got eyes, you got ears from the start.