The Sky Is Too Blue
The ground is full of ruts on this old porter trail
The sky is too blue; the fragrant air goes stale
The ringing starts aloud and everything is pale
Black pools of water move, and I know it's on my tail
The ground it dips and dives, on this old porter trail
There's nothing more important than the earth beneath my feet
There's no one I care more about than thee
No other way to go except the cut path that I see
Only hoping that we stay inside the trees
There's nothing more important than the earth beneath my feet
There's no one I care more about than thee
On and on I'm funnelled through this old trail that I know
Falling deeper into the ruts and grass and weeds
There's nothing more important than the earth beneath my feet
There's no one I care more about than thee
There's nothing more important than the earth beneath my feet
There's no one I care more about than thee
There's nothing more important than the earth beneath my feet
There's no one I care more about than thee
Writer/s: Colleen Collins, David White
