You peep above the trees
Like a kid who's playin hide n seek
An artist, he likes to see what he believes
Oh its so divine
Oh how the world feels like its mine
Oh thank you Father Time
For this precious five of mine
No one around to interrupt
No loud machines to corrupt
That eastern skyline
I know that I should sleep
But I feel fine
Oh when the sky, well its your canvas
And you share it with us
You kick that bucket of light around
And you don think twice
You peep above the trees
Like a kid who's playin hide n seek
An artist, he likes to see what he believes
Oh thank you Father Time
For this precious five of mine
You're so divine
And as we watch from that third floor
Your light it implores
We can't wait no more
As were watchin
From that third floor