Virgin Sky (Scenes from a Jet Plane)

Young bright eyes
Blue as the virgin sky of my youth
Restless like yellow fields of grain waving
Back and forth in the summer’s wind
It’s a shame I don’t believe
No, I don’t believe in anything anymore
Maybe we could have been something

Instead of a moment that already passed on by

Fretless and unfettered
Loose like a tune from a child’s mouth
That’s me playin’ the minor chords of gravity
Some boys say they miss your sea-green eyes
And some say they are black as coal
But, to me, those eyes just take me back
To the blue skies of Kansas

And all the moments that already passed on by