The Backyard Of My Life
Yellow Taxi At The Silver Mountains Under The Black Sun
There's a yellow taxi in the middle of nowhere
A girl walks across the sand towards the silver mountains
Looking up at the golden glow around the black sun
Following forbidden footprints to the gates of Eden
Where cowboy angels carry guns and roses
Throwing stones at all the people who live in glass houses
While gypsies ride horses down to the river and wash
There clothes in a waterfall of diamonds
Whispers with promises of Paradise
Behind her mask tears will fall
Raindrops turn to gold
In the ashes and embers
There's smoke rings of revolution
After walking a million miles to the burning bridge
She arrived with a chariot of fire crashing in on waves of hope
Moving across the universe drifting through the backyard
Spinning the bottle in all directions rolling both them dice
Never looking back with her feet off the ground caught up in elevation
Listening to an old man playing piano in the rain
Counting coins and cinnamon clouds
Reading tall tales written down on a pair of newspaper shoes
Standing on the edge of a rainbow
Trying to catch the wind in her hands
Keeping the dream alive
Searching for some kind of answer
Casting a wayward line to the bottom of a wishing well
Somethings are better left unsaid unfolding tomorrows riddles
When the girl with kaleidoscope eyes dances through the flames
Watching winding wheels turning in the water
Waiting for shadows to melt back into the night
Crawling the walls wont buy you back forgiveness
While candles eliminate quiet corners of a darkened room
She kisses the sky after all her words hang up in the air
Time is a thief and will not wait for anyone
There's a man who found god on the moon
Teaching people his version of the book
Never knowing which way the tide will turn
So it seems hes bound by past regrets
Some people live but never learn
That you can never quiet put your finger on it
By Keith Hagger
