It’s Alright
Mark Eitzel
Dreams are tissue paper, so are the skies of blue
She waits for an answer, and falls asleep with you
Let's rig the game to win
Let's make the future bright
All I want is good news and you make it right
Waiting on the sky, she unlaced her shoes
The clouds go racing by, she's lighting a fuse
History don't care if she ever touched the light
There's so far to go but you make it right
She's not that smart, so how she knows what's true
The joy of her heart is falling asleep with you
