In the shady cool of our TV room

We watched the scary parts through our fingers

It was make believe, it made for the darkest dreams

When you're eight, they're the kind that linger

I ran outside for some comfort

The sun, it was blinding


Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue

Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue


It was my senior spring, he was my mother's offering

A man might make things better

We could predict his mood by what the clouds would do

We befriended the weather

I found my mother on the road

Her hands were shaking


Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue

Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue


The view from my bed was gold and red

Full of fall in New York City

Facing south

We watched the clouds turn black,

The clouds turn black,

The clock turn back


Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue

Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue