"Beautiful Sun" Lyrics

Beautiful sun finger painting the sky
Rising red thinks of earth, heavens sigh

Life in cities colored grey
Mighty dollar paves the way
Men like sheep lose themselves in the herd
And the thought seems so totally absurd

Wind whistles free through the leaves of the trees
Birds in flight, through the night calling me

Moving out of here today
Let this city world decay
Men like sheep lose themselves in the herd
And the thought seems so totally absurd
People, why haven't you got the word?

I'm flying away (I'm flying)
I'm flying away (I'm flying)

Good afternoon, Selective Service