Heat up the sky.
Drench the fields.
I wile away my time
Asleep at the wheel.
The little man’s gold
will never be mine
For as long as I live
Bad luck surely climbs.
Still I dream
and hope and pray
someday
oh forever
that someday.
Heat up the sky.
Drench the fields.
I wile away my time
Asleep at the wheel.
The little man’s gold
will never be mine
For as long as I live
Bad luck surely climbs.
Still I dream
and hope and pray
someday
oh forever
that someday.