CAPO II Colors of the sun Flashing on the water top Echo on the land Picking for a coin Many other tiny worlds Singing past my hand Awake to understand you are not dreaming It is not seeming just to be this way Dying men draw numbers in the air Dream to conquer little bits of time    Scuffle with the crowd to get their share And fall behind their little bits of time Bridge:   / | Voices in the air Sympathetic harmony Coming from the trees Hanging at my door Many shiny surfaces Clinging in the breeze          Oh leave me where I am I am not losing If I am choosing not to plan my life Disillusioned saviors search the sky Wanting just to show someone the way   Asking all the people passing by Doesn’t anybody want the way I say goodbye to Joseph and Maria They think I see another sky And from my fallen window I still see them I’ll never free them from the sky