Right Out of the Clear Blue Sky

What's it been 30 years? Hell, maybe 35? Now here we are again, Right out of the clear blue sky. Sharing tall tales and tunes, Just like we used to do. Picking up right where we left off, Like it was only yesterday. Yet our old world has changed and gone away. And there's still so much to say. Brothers from different mothers you and I, Right out of the clear blue sky. Trouble in our homes. You with your pop, me with my moms. Fucked us up but made us whole. Things we never spoke of when we was kids. Little did we know, just as you and I have always done, The best they could with what they had, That’s all they ever did. You and I. Right out of the clear blue sky. Beat keeper, world beater, Tuned in drop out, Hung up, homegrown, hand-rolled. Resolutely refused to watch the parking meters, Laser-like focus but uncontrolled. I once knew a man who had nothing to say. So he sat on a barstool and said it all day. The mirror image of a good Mama's dementia, A bad Daddy gone insane, But twin sons of opposite poles dig holes, And meet in the middle just the same. You and I. Right out of the clear blue sky. Your memory ain't what it used to be Voice cracked like broken chimes How was I to know when you were walking out that door That it would be the last time? Your memory ain't what it used to be And neither is mine You and I. Right out of the clear blue sky.

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Written by Ric Hickey & Paul Horton

Dedicated to James Tracy Moran