Text: Shawn Mullins. Beneath The Velvet Sun. Amy's Eyes.

She gets high, she gets low
And she lives her life straight just like Serpico
She starts to sneeze and pronounces bless me
Wipes her nose on a shirt that says, "Kill Whitey"

She takes away the hurt real fine
Kinda like listenin' to Jimi or Patsi Cline
Whirlin' around in the air
People say, she's crazy but she just don't care

And if I could see through Amy's eyes
Chances are I would realize
Somehow she sees bluer skies than I do

She picks a seat at Johnny Cash
But she hates Courtney Love with a passion
She's got a mom, she calls Denise
Her daddy cuts hair but he always wanted to be a priest

Heaven knows where she's from
She blows me away just like a machine gun

And if I could see through Amy's eyes
Chances are I would realize
Somehow she sees bluer skies than I do

If I believed in myself, if I was somebody else
I'd run right up to her and say
"Your faith is my pride
I've gotta have you beside me"

And if I could see through Amy's eyes
Chances are I would realize
Somehow she sees bluer skies than I do

And if I could see through Amy's eyes
Chances are I'd be satisfied
Somehow she sees bluer skies than I do