Song for Sunshine

Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away

Millions of people never start in the race

There's stuff on out plates that has not been alive

Someone pays full price for my cheap flight life

Sunshine, we all see the same sky

I am a man filled with longing desire

The gifts of creation are ready for hire

A look and a label are all I require

Enough's not enough, I never ask why

Sunshine, we all see the same sky

Looking, learning, asking the same 'why?'?

Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away

Millions of people never start in the race

There's stuff on out plates that has not been alive

Someone else pays the real price of my cheap flight life

Wheel of fortune spins,

But the wheels on fire come crashing on you

Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away

Sunshine, we all see the same sky

Looking, learning, asking the same 'why?'

Sunshine, we all see the same sky