George Harrison

Jets Overhead


As I walk through forests lovely
Sapphire stars and sun bleached skies
Looking on a world in wonder
I begin to wonder why

I can't really love you
I can't make you understand

Futile faking, wandering wishbone
Subtle with her scurvy eye
Is my fate to take her with me
Is my fate to leave her dry?

I can't really love you
I can't make you understand
So lost in the numbers
So lost in your wrinkled hands


Autor(es): KITTREDGE, ADAM WILSON/GREENWOOD, JOCELYN/HENWOOD, PIERS/PYE, BRENDAN ANDREW