The orange was the size of a watermelon to me well at least that is my memory sunshine made my bare feet burn upon the road far away we'd roam I'd be howlin' song in the back seat the boys would laugh and tease about my black feet they'd tell stories that would warm my soul Motorbikes and chrome Jimmy could not wait to get home Homebird sing fly me high on an angel's wing Homebird sing leave out nothing tell me everything Everywhere we went just looked the same to me the skys were blue and the grass was green I wonder how different I might see them now yet I see them somehow through the fallen memories when that angel baby sings Oh the little magic that a solo brings making up songs and words and singin from the soul oh the stories told none but him and Jimmy could know Homebird sing fly me high on an angel's wing Homebird sing leave out nothing tell me everything Homebird sing fly me high on an angel's wing Homebird sing leave out nothing tell me everything