Everybody wants perspective from a hill   but everybody's wants can't make it past the window sill   I can see you in yourt room at night   the pictures on your walls   little forest scenes and high school halloweens   but they don't come to you   they don't come to you at all      All houses dream in blueprints   our house dreams so hard   Outside you can see my shoeprints   I've been dreaming in your yard      One of these days these days will end   Thru the kitchen window the light will bend   You'll be carving a pumpkin with a knife   when someone at the table says   "that's not what I call a life!"      The elephants are so ashamed of their size   hosing down I tell them "you got pretty eyes"   Out in the backyard I used to make like I was a cowboy   I'd set my dog before a hoop and say "now boy, now boy!"      When the governer's heart fails   the state bird falls from its branch   Icicles on hell's higher hills   Meanwhile back home at the ranch   I still get up early in the morning   and I never knew a better place      I believe the stars are the headlights of angels   driving from heaven to save us   to save us   Won't you look at the sky?   They're driving from heaven into our eyes   and though final words are so hard to devise   I promise that I'll always remember your pretty eyes   your pretty eyes