Alba s touto skladbou:
Songs From St. Somewhere,
Touching down the highwire clown
Balances dreams that he's chosen
Northern lights, all draped around
Melting stream that was frozen.
Bicycles with rusted wheels
The frame in need of adjusting
Red sky night that Fred Neil feels
Back when the Grove wasn't bustling
The working tide will come around again
A serenade lies waiting in the wind
For all your worldly treasures
There's nothing to be won
Nothing left to measure
Just you and me and the colour of the sun.
Wild-eyed child wonders how
The sky connects to the ocean
Spinning fast then as now
She's unaware of the motion
The wise men and the fools keep taking turns
Every day more bridges seem to burn
With all your vaults of treasure
Would you trade them for some fun
What's the price of pleasure
Just you and me
You can add subtract divide or multiply
Watch the particles collide
And trust the stars up in the sky
Sand dunes gone, snatched by a storm
Are the Poles really shifting?
Gypsy rains wash o'er the plains
Wood and dreams are still drifting
The best the times can still somehow be found
Even the worst of beaches
Will never let you down
For all your worldly treasures
For your battles lost and one
Nothing left to measure
Just you and me, and the colour of the sun
