George Harrison - Jets Overhead

As I walk through forests lovely

Sapphire stars and sun bleached skies

Looking on a world in wonder

I begin to wonder why

I can’t really love you

I can’t make you understand

Futile faking, wandering wishbone

Subtle with her scurvy eye

Is my fate to take her with me

Is my fate to leave her dry?

I can’t really love you

I can’t make you understand

So lost in the numbers

So lost in your wrinkled hands