In the shady cool of our TV room   We watched the scary parts through our fingers   It was make believe, it made for the darkest dreams   When you're eight, they're the kind that linger   I ran outside for some comfort   The sun, it was blinding      Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue   Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue      It was my senior spring, he was my mother's offering   A man might make things better   We could predict his mood by what the clouds would do   We befriended the weather   I found my mother on the road   Her hands were shaking      Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue   Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue      The view from my bed was gold and red   Full of fall in New York City   Facing south   We watched the clouds turn black,   The clouds turn black,   The clock turn back      Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue   Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue