Waiting on the sky to part Like an arrow through the heart And as the grass gets greener The sky gets blue The world appears and breaks in two A part of me is waiting there for you Watch all of the folks emerge And take a look up at the world Why does it never translate as well As the story I like to tell? And why does it never look as good In the photograph as it could? You wish it did, and I know it does If you put it all down for once Waiting on the sky to part Like an arrow through the heart