(George Flanagan)
We got dust on our shoes
As we stumble down to I don’t know where
And you’re talking up a storm
You say The Searchers put the camera there
You imported red sand to the Italian countryside
And I made the sound twice as loud
You paid a man a salary
To spread that sand all around
Lots of things will come and go
But they’ll always leave this place alone
So if you see them coming up behind
Pay no mind, pay no mind
You painted outside the lines again
The same exact memory
And just like your characters
You’ll never ever sell your dream
You just wanted to capture
The open expanse of a clear blue sky
You never knew you were after
The loneliness of his clear blue eyes
Lots of things will come and go
But they’ll always leave this place alone
So if you see them coming up behind
Pay no mind, pay no mind
If you want the blue sky and the blue eyes
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