Under A Different Sun

on a different day
down a different road
in a different car
with a different load

a different start
a different run
you might have stuck around
under a different sun

under a different sun, a different sun

with a different you
and a different me
who knows what might have been
in a different skin

a different land
far far away
with a different tongue
you might have understood me

under a different sun, a different sun

all our old ways have gone stale this old sun won’t help us today
we’ve come far dear but this might be it unless we wake
unless we wake unless we wake under a brand new sun

in a different game
with different balls
where a different hand
makes the dice fall

and roll my way this time
the pot of gold will be all mine

under a different sun, a different sun
under a different sun, a different sun
under a different sun

words and music: Neal Hoffmann