...home in the sky

Some say that heaven is beyond the blue.
But Iíve done some looking
and I donít think thatís true.
Staring up from the flatland,
birds and clouds rolling by.
Iíd say that heaven is about 1000 feet high.

Itís my home in the sky.
My home in the sky.
Hawks make circles
through which swallows fly.
When the world gets too much
down on my back I will lie
and look up with longing
to my home in the sky.

I donít need no angels
with those big chicken wings
or harps or halos or any of those things.
I just wanna do what the thunderclouds do
and see the sunset and the moonrise
from a new point of view.

From my home in the sky.
My home in the sky.
Hawks make their circles
through which swallows fly.
When the world is too much
down on my back I will lie
and look up with longing
to my home in the sky.

Sometimes I wanna leave
all of these sad details,
lift up my soulís mast and spread my sails.
When the time comes for me to go,
Iíd sure like to see how you are all doing below.


Copyright 2012 Jon Swift
Written by Greg Brown
Recorded at La Casa, Byron Bay, Australia
Jon Swift: guitar & vocal
Jesse Siebenberg: bass, drums, & lap steel

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