Colour Of The Sun

written by Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally, Peter Mayer, and Roger Guth

from the album Songs From St. Somewhere


Touching down the highwire clown
Balances dreams that he’s chosen
Northern lights, all draped around
Melting a stream that was frozen

Bicycles with rusted wheels
A frame in need of adjusting
Red sky night that Fred Neil feels
Back when the Grove wasn’t bustling
The working tide will come around again
A serenade lies waiting in the wind

For all your worldly treasures
There’s nothing to be won
Nothing left to measure
Just you and me and the colour of the sun

Wide-eyed child wonders how
The sky connects to the ocean
Spinning fast then as now
She’s unaware of the motion

Wise men and then fools keep takin’ turns
Every day more bridges seem to burn
With all your vaults of treasure
Would you trade them for some fun
What’s the price of pleasure
Just you and me

You can add subtract divide or multiply
Watch the particles collide
And trust the stars up in the sky

Sand dunes gone, snatched by a storm
Are the poles really shifting?
Gypsy rains wash o’er the plains
Wood and dreams are still drifting
The best of times can still somehow be found
Even the worst of beaches
Will never let you down
For all your worldly treasures
For your battles lost and won
Nothing left to measure
Just you and me, and the colour of the sun
Colour of the sun

Jimmy’s Note: