Growing up the sky was always blue
Cnd I was always blue
Cnd green with envy of the girls who Knew the secret
I was always meant for a different scene
Cnother take
This couldn't be the main event
I was sent here by divine mistake
But even so, it's good to know
That there must be poetry in the San Fernando Valley
But even so, it's good to know
That there must be poetry in the San Fernando Valley
Dry wind Brittle souls Hot sun never cold
Growing up the air was always dry and my heart was always dry
And yearning for acceptance
Like the story of the duck
Growing up he had no luck
But he knew he needed love without repentance
But even so, it's good to know That there must be poetry in the San Fernando Valley
But even so, it's good to know That there must be poetry in the San Fernando Valley
Dry wind Brittle souls Hot sun never cold
Blonde blue brown dry
Brittle words that question why
Or just impressions and awareness
Of a world outside my own
Outside my own
Outside my own that I can never own
Dry wind Brittle souls Hot sun never cold
Dry wind Brittle souls Hot sun never cold
Connie Lansberg - Even So Lyrics
Connie Lansberg - Even So Lyrics
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Growing up the sky was always blue
Cnd I was always blue
Cnd green with envy of the girls who Knew the secret
I was always meant for a different scene
Cnother take
This couldn't be the main event
I was sent here by divine mistake
But even so, it's good to know
That there must be poetry in the San Fernando Valley
But even so, it's good to know
That there must be poetry in the San Fernando Valley
Dry wind Brittle souls Hot sun never cold
Growing up the air was always dry and my heart was always dry
And yearning for acceptance
Like the story of the duck
Growing up he had no luck
But he knew he needed love without repentance
But even so, it's good to know That there must be poetry in the San Fernando Valley
But even so, it's good to know That there must be poetry in the San Fernando Valley
Dry wind Brittle souls Hot sun never cold
Blonde blue brown dry
Brittle words that question why
Or just impressions and awareness
Of a world outside my own
Outside my own
Outside my own that I can never own
Dry wind Brittle souls Hot sun never cold
Dry wind Brittle souls Hot sun never cold
Cnd I was always blue
Cnd green with envy of the girls who Knew the secret
I was always meant for a different scene
Cnother take
This couldn't be the main event
I was sent here by divine mistake
But even so, it's good to know
That there must be poetry in the San Fernando Valley
But even so, it's good to know
That there must be poetry in the San Fernando Valley
Dry wind Brittle souls Hot sun never cold
Growing up the air was always dry and my heart was always dry
And yearning for acceptance
Like the story of the duck
Growing up he had no luck
But he knew he needed love without repentance
But even so, it's good to know That there must be poetry in the San Fernando Valley
But even so, it's good to know That there must be poetry in the San Fernando Valley
Dry wind Brittle souls Hot sun never cold
Blonde blue brown dry
Brittle words that question why
Or just impressions and awareness
Of a world outside my own
Outside my own
Outside my own that I can never own
Dry wind Brittle souls Hot sun never cold
Dry wind Brittle souls Hot sun never cold
Writer: Dianna Corcoran, Rachel Thibodeau, Rebecca Howard
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Bluewater Music Corp., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Bluewater Music Corp., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Performed By: Connie Lansberg
Language: English
Written by: Dianna Corcoran, Rachel Thibodeau, Rebecca Howard