"Dream of a Distant Sun" genre: Americana
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	Where do we go when this temporamental world spent?
	CD: Modern Child of Abraham   Label: Port City Songworks Credits: Words/music: Ben Walter
	Lyrics DREAM OF A DISTANT SUN (2001-2002) words/music: B. Walter) Well we used to think the world was flat And that was such a crazy notion Our ships would fall right of the map If we ever to cross the ocean Still we sent our best men out to sea Tempting fate and destiny To return with tales of distant lands And fortunes in our hands Guided by the powers that be And our eyes on the horizon Out to conquer all we see Every, distant land we’d lay our eyes on!! Oooooo, Look out – here we come!! And we’ll be chasing the Dream of a Distant Sun Well the fear of God was was plain to see In the face of John F. Kennedy The Russians in the Cuban Sea Our futures in their hands And we watched it from our living room Visions of destruction loomed Our cities burned out human tombs Our bones reduced to sand We had the car gassed up and we were ready to drive up to Canada, the Big Sky way But then just like that their ships turned back And my daddy’s car never left the driveway CHORUS Chasing the dream of a Distant Sun Look out future, here we come Never knowing where we might be Should this world meets its destiny In the wake of the apocalypse to come So we’re keeping an eye on a Distant Sun BREAK It’s a temperamental world that we live in And it’s getting hotter every day And they say that someday soon The house I grew up in Will rise up with the tide and drift away And we can watch it on the internet From a million miles away!! Now it’s the twenty first century and I’m out on my deck Stummin’ this song I haven’t written yet My life half gone - with no regrets But there’s a lesson or two I can’t forget As the sun goes down and the stars ignite and ponder passing satellites And I pray as they fade out of site That the world will still sleep safe tonight I walk to the garden, sink my hands in the earth I feel its warmth and I measure its worth Black holes and far off galaxies Seem little more than mysteries!! Chorus Oooo… Look out here we come And we’re holding a hand that can’t be won Oooo…. It’s like staring down the barrel of a gun So were keeping an eye on a Distant Sun

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