Brown doves on the wire 

Do they ever tire 

Up in the eggshell sky 

I know if it was me 

Wings a' take ya far 

The burden of flight is our's 



Even ‘thout the sun in your eyes 

Some things are hard to find 

You could go the rest of your life 

‘Till the fountain of youth runs dry 



Ever in pursuit of another clue 

The sea in response is blue 

Take a look around 

Have you any doubt 

The heart is responding too 



Even ‘thout the sun in your eyes 

Some things are hard to find 

You could go the rest of your life 

‘Till the fountain of youth runs dry 



Comes another freeze 

All the barren trees 

Under the eggshell sky 

They may disappear 

Splendor of the years 

Unknowable without tears 



Even ‘thout the sun in your eyes 

Some things are hard to find 

You could go the rest of your life 

‘Till the fountain of youth runs dry 

‘Till the fountain of youth runs dry 

‘Till the fountain of youth runs dry