T ruth or lie the s ilence is revealing
A n empty sky a h idden mound of stone
But the C AT scan's eye s ees what the heart's concealing
N ow-a-days when e verything is k nown
M aybe love's an accident or d estiny is true
B ut you and I were born beneath a star of d azzling blue
D azzling blue
M iles apart though the m iles can't measure d istance
Worlds apart on a r ainy afternoon
But the road gets dirty and it o ffers no resistance
S o turn your amp up and p lay your lonesome t une
M aybe love's an accident or d estiny is true
B ut you and I were born beneath a s tar of dazzling blue
D azzling blue
D azzling blue roses red fine white linen
To m ake a marriage bed
A nd we'll build a wall that nothing can break th rough
A nd dream our dreams of d azzling b lue
S weet July and we dr ove the Montauk H ighway
And walked along the c liffs above the s ea
And we wondered why and i magined it was s omeday
A nd that is how the future came to b e
D azzling blue roses red fine white linen
T o make a marriage bed
A nd we'll build a wall that nothing can break t hrough
A nd dream our dreams of d azzl ing b lue