paint the earth

Leave me somewhere down the road I'll call it an estate Paint a picture on the wall and call it something that we made When the sky turns blue to gray I hope it all turns out okay When the wintertime comes your way Don't let it go to waste Just a kid with broken hands to think he'll work off all the pain Sitting praying for a miracle to somehow find it's way Instead of letting all the tears unfold keep falling off a face Hoping to be someone different and anyone but him As the fall turns into winter and the leaves turn green to red I hope people and their families feel happy instead Of the sadness and the cruelty that this world has to bring We'll find peace in this song tonight Leave me somewhere down the road I'll call it an estate Paint a picture on the wall and call it something that we made When the sky turns blue to gray I hope it all turns out okay Write a song that goes something like it will be okay