The orange was the size of a watermelon to me Well at least that is my memory Sunshine made my bare feet burn upon the road far away we'd roam I'd be howling out a song in the back seat The boys would laugh and tease about my black feet They'd tell stories that would warm my soul Motorbikes and chrome Jimmy could not wait to get home Homebird sing ooh fly me high on an angel's wing Homebird sing leave out nothing tell me everything Hmm everywhere we went just looked the same to me The skys were blue and the grass was green I wonder how different I might see them now Yet I see them somehow Through the fallen memories when that angel baby signs Oh the little magic that his solo brings making up songs and words and singing from the soul oh the stories told none but him and Jimmy could know Homebird sing ooh fly me high on an angel's wing Homebird sing leave out nothing tell me everything Homebird sing ooh oh fly me high on an angel's wing Homebird sing leave out nothing tell me everything