It's too much to express sometimes
I'd waste a lot of breath with my portrayal
Couldn't paint a picture
Couldn't sing a song or tell the tale

Green and blue and black and white
Earth and sky
Day and night
The years become of days
An old man lives
A baby dies
The sun moves west across the sky and fades
I was born and placed into my mama's arms
My daddy taught me how to be a man
A mama's boy a father's son
Nothing but what I've become
All right.