raitt, bonnie
when i was a girl
my favorite thing
in the whole wide world
was to see a field and
run for no reason
and off i'd go
no one behind
only earth below
just a patch of green
green as the season
don't ask why
your feet just fly
green and sky is all that you're needin
why ask why
when all that's true
the sky is blue
blue for no reason
now that things have changed
everything's carefully prearranged
not a thing gets done
except for a reason
now i'm overrun
i'm startin to feel
like a hired gun
where's the chance
where's the fun
where is the pleasin?
try and try
you moan and sigh
you just can't find a thing to believe in
you're just blue