Text: Grant Lee Phillips. Fountain of Youth.

Brown doves on the wire, do they ever tire
Up in the eggshell sky
I know if it was me, wings a take you far
The burden of flight is ours

Even that the sun in your eyes
Some things are hard to find
You could go the rest of your life
?Til the fountain of youth runs dry

Ever in pursuit of another clue
The sea in response is blue
Take a look around, have you any doubt
The heart is responding too

Even that the sun in your eyes
Are some things are hard to find
And you could go the rest of your life
?Til the fountain of youth runs dry

Comes another freeze, all the barren trees
Under the eggshell sky
They may disappear, splendor of the years
Unknowable without tears

Even that the sun in your eyes
Some things are hard to find
And you could go the rest of your life
?Til the fountain of youth runs dry

?Til the fountain of youth runs dry
?Til the fountain of youth runs dry
?Til the fountain of youth runs dry
?Til the fountain of youth runs dry
?Til the fountain of youth runs dry
?Til the fountain of youth runs dry