sandy, with your roof top down
mock me while i'll driving 'roun
praying for a sunday breeze
i wonder if we'll ever meet

sandy, watch the forests burn
watch as the leaves fall and turn
to colours reminding me of you
my face will remain too blue

cause i would like to talk to you

sandy, you've always been my friend
in my head, we've ne'er not been
together, like i always say
we'll be, until he takes away

our own colours
become one

sandy, your hair is brown
blowing, with my ceiling down
laughing as we drive on by
wondering if we'll ever fly

i want wings
but you want none

want you here
but you'll not come

to me
to me
to me
to me

sandy, you're miles away
gettin to you would take a day
money and expensive too
but that won't stop me gettin' to you

fly away and then come down
to a place where i'm unwound

and i'll fly

fly

fly