Little Blue Bedroom Testo

dust cloud climbs a sunray,the morning breaks
through my window pane,
there's not a thing that i can't do,
in my little blue bedroom,
dreaming like a free floating balloon
the sunshine sings like laughter,
the wind blows through my jacket, there's alot of places i can't go,
just by stepping on my gasoline pedal, driving like an injured wing sparrow