In the shady cool of our TV room We watched the scary parts through our fingers It was make believe, it made for the darkest dreams When you're eight, they're the kind that linger I ran outside for some comfort The sun, it was blinding Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue It was my senior spring, he was my mother's offering A man might make things better We could predict his mood by what the clouds would do We befriended the weather I found my mother on the road Her hands were shaking Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue The view from my bed was gold and red Full of fall in New York City Facing south We watched the clouds turn black The clouds turn black The clock turn back Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue