Just A Thought A clear night in the summer I gazed into the sky Looking for an answer The reason for the why Chorus Sometimes I think life is odd I keep spinning in the rain I jump in puddles deep and cold Getting nothing for my pain Well that eve the stars were not stars The night was not the night I was sitting on the sand there But no sand was in sight Then a thought occured to me In Gods head I live maybe The stars might be his pores And the moon shines out his nose Well I chuckled a little bit Cos the idea seemed to fit If I live inside Gods head Then I must be well bred NANCE Brody © 2012 Nancy Read (SOCAN) All rights reserved
