Under Grey Skies

I said, I said, Wonder. Wonder. Why why, Wonder? [sax solo] [verse] Why wonder? Such an odd thing? Why must we Succumb to our urge? [Chorus] So when I wonder, I think of clear skies, a soft, deep blue. Where home is nice, warm and comfy too. One day, it will come to an end, and my time will be up. But until then, Keep the wonder up! [verse] [chorus] Wonder.. Whoa wonder, Why why why? Why must I wait, For my clear blue skies? After all, the skies are blue, But then again, my eyes are too. Yes wonder is odd. Yes it is old. I am too. But don’t give up, cause i haven’t too. [bridge] Wonder is what connects us all, wonder is calm after all, and even though, skies are gray. Under that, birds flap away.