FUTURE SUN

Feel on my heart of stone Watch the rain drop on the forehead of an ungrateful son Going alone Far in a sea I don't know And I hope you find me with a family in a Tahoe Charlatan Phonies die I want something real The future is not real It's all blurred lines "How'd you lose what was in your hand?" Can you tell my loves, "It's the Texas sun" Rubber swings at Alpine Park Trees that know who I am inside They have my heart You wait for the kid to come home And I'll love you forever more A white dove cleansed and washed I feel free I'm a runaway, okay And I've been that all my life Feet towards blue skies And a head in the ground Here's for all the years of wasted time Can you tell my loves? "It's the Texas sun"