Lyrics:

John Waite:
Over the past few years, to the traditional sound of an English summer, the drone of lawnmowers, the smack of leather on willow, has been added a new noise

Interviewer:
What were the skies like when you were young?

Rickie Lee Jones:
They went on forever
They - When I w- We lived in Arizona, and the skies always had little fluffy clouds in 'em, and, uh... they were long... and clear and... there were lots of stars at night.
And, uh, when it would rain, it would all turn - it-
They were beautiful, the most beautiful skies as a matter of fact.
Um, the sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire,
And the clouds would catch the colors everywhere.
That's uh, neat 'cause I used to look at them all the time, when I was little.
You don't see that.

Layering different sounds on top of each other
Layering different sounds on top of each other

Little fluffy clouds in 'em
Little fluffy clouds in 'em
Little fluffy clouds in 'em
Little fluffy clouds in 'em

What were the skies like when you were young?

They went on forever
They - When I w- We lived in Arizona, and the skies always had little fluffy clouds in 'em, and, uh... they were long... and clear and... there were lots of stars at night.
And, uh, when it would rain, it would all turn - it-
They were beautiful, the most beautiful skies as a matter of fact.
Um, the sunsets were (the sunsets were) purple and red and yellow and on fire,
And the clouds would catch the colors everywhere.
That's uh, neat 'cause I used to look at them all the time, when I was little.
You don't see that.

Little fluffy clouds in 'em
Little fluffy clouds in 'em
Little fluffy clouds in 'em
Little fluffy clouds in 'em

They - When I w- We lived in Arizona, and the skies always had little fluffy clouds in 'em, and, uh... they were long... and clear and... there were lots of stars at night.
And, uh, when it would rain, it would all turn - it-
They were beautiful, the most beautiful skies as a matter of fact.
Um, the sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire,
And the clouds would catch the colors everywhere.
That's uh, neat 'cause I used to look at them all the time, when I was little.
You don't see that.

You might still see them in the desert

The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact
Purple and red
Purple and red and yellow and on fire
Red and yellow and on fire
And the clouds would catch the colors