Turquoise Days

Just when the thought occurs

The panic will pass

And the smell of the fields

Never lasts

Put your faith

In those crimson nights

Set sail in those turquoise days

You've got a problem

Come on over

You've got a problem

Come on over

It's not for glory, it's not for honor

Just something someone said

It's not for love, it's not for war

Just hands clasped together

It's not for living, it's for hunger

Just lips locked tight

It's not rebellion, it's not suffering

It's just the way it is

And my pistol's packed and my God goes with me

I feel easy

And I want it and I need it

And I've got it

It's not for this, it's not for that

It's not any of it

Did you say knowledge? Did you say prayer?

Did you say anything?

If not for good, if not for better

If not the way it is

Just when the thought occurs

The panic will pass

And the smell of the fields

Never lasts

We'll put your faith

In those crimson nights

Set sail in those turquoise days

Place our faith

In those crimson nights

Set sail in those turquoise days

You've got a problem

Come on over

You've got a problem

Come on over

Now I think I know

Just what to say

Now I think I know

Just what to say