WILD EYES
If I had a dollar to me name I would be king. And if I had a lover, I wouldn’t need anything
If I had a friend, we would have these conversations. And your wild eyes, they would open
Wild eyes, Ooh, wild eyes, you’re golden
And if I had a home, I would invite you in. And if I had a table, yeah, you know we’d break some bread
If I had a dream to go out on my own, I’d take you with me to see those wild eyes
Wild eyes, Ooh, wild eyes, you’re golden . . .
I know I said I’d meet you down the road but I never found the right way to go
And if by chance we ever get to meet again I would say, yeah I would say
Wild eyes, you never should have gone
Wild eyes, I miss you the most
Wild eyes, Ooh, wild eyes, you’re golden . . .
Wild eyes, you never should have gone
Wild eyes, I miss you the most
I wrote this long paragraph about losing my friend Sunday, but I think I want to keep it vague. This song is about losing a friend, an important friend, a best friend. There’s a song on Brian Eno’s “Apollo” that sounds like what I think Heaven is going to sound like. At the end of this song, I wanted to add some sort of heavenly, musical refrain. I don’t know if I accomplished that, but that’s kinda the idea.