Under the Sun

I went out one morning, I stood on the shoreline again Maybe I was dreaming as the light came streaming in Memory and rhyme bringing back the time Everything under the sun Leaving South Fremantle in a Falcon panel van We were smoking Marlboro, always singing Barbara Ann Spinning out our dreams, making up our schemes All day long under the sun I can see them all so clearly now they're gone They're flying, they're dying one by one We were microscopic, swarming in the honey sun We thought we were endless, couldn't see our friendship undone Colorful and strange, a kind of life endangered On the turn under the sun