They told you the moon's made of gold?
The sky a blue nothing, to be bought and sold?
Wipe your hand down your lips and laugh
Take another step along that path

No, the kids won't let you play in the sand.
They just walk by, dismiss you out of hand.
Eyes between days, a bliss and a fall,
They can't see the highway dust is over all.

So impatient for a word,
We look for someone to throw us a pearl
Our souls stretched across the sky
We just can't see there's no getting by

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