Blue Sky - Aranda, Dameon Aranda, Jeff Hall

They pretend to know me

They pretend to understand

Every hot shot

Has a hand on the gun

When I’m standing

They see a half a man

They can steal my dollars

They can think they own my soul

Though the world doesn’t live

By the golden rule

You know they never really have control

I’m too low, I’m too high

Extremes they get me by

But everyday I try

To see a blue sky

Head first into the rain

Storms running through my veins

But on the other side

I feel the blue sky, blue sky

Some would say its treasure

Some would throw it all away

But just like the blood underneath our skin

We got to know that we’re one and the same

I’m too low, I’m too high

Extremes they get me by

But everyday I try

To see a blue sky

Head first into the rain

Storms running through my veins

But on the other side

I feel the blue sky

(Oh yeah)

I’m too low, I’m too high

Extremes they get me by

But everyday I try

To see a blue sky

Head first into the rain

Storms running through my veins

But on the other side

I feel the blue sky, blue sky

Blue sky, blue sky