Jimmy Buffett - Colour of the sun

^DTouching down the highwire clown ^GBalances dreams that he’^As c^Dhosen

^GMelting a stream that was ^Afro^Dzen ^DBicycles with rusted wheels ^GA frame in need of ad^Ajus^Dting

^GBack when the Grove wasn’^At bu^Dstling ^BmThe working tide will ^Gcome around ^Dagain ^BmA serenade lies ^Gwaiting in the ^Dwind ^A

^EmFor all your ^Dworldly ^Atreasures ^DThere’s nothing to b^Ge won ^EmNothing ^Dleft to ^Ameasure ^GJust you and me and the ^Acolour of the ^Dsun

^DWide-eyed child wonders how ^GThe sky connects to the ^Aoc^Dean

^GShe’s unaware of th^Ae m^Dotion ^BmWise men and then ^Gfools keep takin??^D? turns ^BmEvery day more ^Gbridges seem to ^Dburn ^{A Em}With all your ^Dvaults of ^Atreasure ^DWould you trade them for some ^Gfun ^EmWhat’s th^De price o^Af pleasure ^GJust you and me

^CYou can add subtract divide or ^Dmultiply ^CWatch the particles collide And trust the stars up in the ^Asky

^DSand dunes gone, snatched by a storm ^GAre the poles really ^Ashif^Dting?

^GWood and dreams are still ^Adrif^Dting ^BmThe best of times can ^Gstill somehow be ^Dfound ^BmEven the worst of ^Gbeaches will ^Dnever let you ^Adown ^EmFor all your ^Dworldly ^Atreasures ^DFor your battles lost and ^Gwon ^EmNothing ^Dleft to ^Ameasure ^GJust you and me, and the ^Acolour of the ^Dsun ^DColour of the sun