You're a sunset
Below the volcano
Hot lava moving
Steady and slow
Clouds light up
Like a little flame
I shot your picture
And put it in a frame
You made me happy so far from home
You gave me something to call my own
Not making any promises like that
But I'll probably come back
Like a paper bag
Getting lost in the wind
You're a red balloon
Let go by a kid
I watch it dance
Like a little flame
I shot your picture
And put it in a frame
You made me happy so far from home
You gave me something to call my own
Not making any promises like that
But I'll probably come back
I'm a bird standing in your mirror
Watch my colors disappear
You made me happy so far from home
You gave me something to call my own
Not making any promises like that
But I'll probably come back
Jeff Greenleaf - I'll Probably Come Back Lyrics
Jeff Greenleaf - I'll Probably Come Back Lyrics
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You're a sunset
Below the volcano
Hot lava moving
Steady and slow
Clouds light up
Like a little flame
I shot your picture
And put it in a frame
You made me happy so far from home
You gave me something to call my own
Not making any promises like that
But I'll probably come back
Like a paper bag
Getting lost in the wind
You're a red balloon
Let go by a kid
I watch it dance
Like a little flame
I shot your picture
And put it in a frame
You made me happy so far from home
You gave me something to call my own
Not making any promises like that
But I'll probably come back
I'm a bird standing in your mirror
Watch my colors disappear
You made me happy so far from home
You gave me something to call my own
Not making any promises like that
But I'll probably come back
Below the volcano
Hot lava moving
Steady and slow
Clouds light up
Like a little flame
I shot your picture
And put it in a frame
You made me happy so far from home
You gave me something to call my own
Not making any promises like that
But I'll probably come back
Like a paper bag
Getting lost in the wind
You're a red balloon
Let go by a kid
I watch it dance
Like a little flame
I shot your picture
And put it in a frame
You made me happy so far from home
You gave me something to call my own
Not making any promises like that
But I'll probably come back
I'm a bird standing in your mirror
Watch my colors disappear
You made me happy so far from home
You gave me something to call my own
Not making any promises like that
But I'll probably come back
Writer: Jeff Cohn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid