Big Ol’ Sky

Laying on my back, looking up at the big ol' sky

Bright pinks and yellows in the west, sun dips down

Border night, a crow flies home to its nest

Dark navy canvas, stretches out for the stars

Bright noon backlights, stormy black clouds

Lightning flashes, silhouettes all the trees, the wind picks up all around.

Silver grey sky, warms us of snow, 'bout to turn the whole world white.

Look up at the red sun, from September forest fires, that casts an alien light.

If I was that crow, I'd fly in all kinds of weather, never landing, I'd eat on the wing.

So around the world, never missing a single sunrise, swoop under rainbows in spring.

Take a look at Aurora Borealis, planets, galaxies, and worlds far away.

Birds, bats, and insects, busy never looking up, just getting on with their day.

If I was that crow, I'd fly in all kinds of weather,

Never landing, I'd eat on the wing.

So around the world, never missing a single sunrise.

Swoop under rainbows in spring.

Laying on my back, looking up at the big old sky.

Bright pinks and yellows in the west as the sun dips down.

For tonight, a crow flies home to its nest A crow flies home to its nest