Touching down the highwire clown
Balances dreams that he’s chosen
Colour Of The Sun Lyrics – Jimmy Buffett
Colour Of The Sun Lyrics by Jimmy Buffett
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Touching down the highwire clown
Balances dreams that he’s chosen
I was raised by a maid who came from
Martinique
Beneath the moonlit sky
Shadows walk beside the water
I enjoy this life as a jester
Seems to keep me movin’ around
Half fast and seldom seen
He don’t blip the radar screen
Nibblin’ on sponge cake
Watching the sun bake
Nibblin’ on sponge cake
Watchin’ the sun bake
Fun tickets in my pocket, visions in my brain
Grandfather always told me if I went down
There are oceans of feelings between us
Currents they take us and sweep us away
Lyle Moraine
Let’s get away from sleigh bells, let’s get away from snow