When the world gets colder, days get duller The trees half empty, half in color Never weep for sun departed But ought to finish what they've started When those once friends, are now estranged When the world, the song and I are changed I tend to smile, though heavy hearted Perfect time to finish what I've started Flaws make a song - just as clouds make the sky Just as freckles and bruises have birthed the strong A lie makes the truth - and truth makes a lie A night makes a day - just as flaws make the song I flew through the cloudless skies Navy, gray and violet I flew through the wildest storms I flew - for I'm a pilot I ran through the richest lands Where the greenest trees would quiver I ran through the desert sands I ran - for I'm a river I flew through the cloudless skies Navy, gray and violet I flew through the wildest storms I flew - for I'm a pilot I ran through the richest lands Where the greenest trees would quiver I ran through the desert sands I ran - for I'm a river