I never saw it as the start its more a change of heart
Rapping on the windows, whistling down the chimney pot
Blowing off the dust in the room
Where I forgot I laid my plans in solid rock
Stepping through the door
Like a troubadour whiling just an hour away,
Looking at the trees on the roadside feeling it's a holiday
You and I should ride the coast
And wind up in our favourite coats just miles away.
Roll a number write another song
Like Jimmy heard the day he caught the train.
He sipped another rum and coke and told a dirty joke
Walking like Groucho sucking on a number 10
Rolling on the floor with the cigarette burns walked in
I'll miss the crush and I'm home again
Stepping through the door
With the night in store whiling just an hour away,
Step into the sky in the star bright feeling its brighter day.
You and I should ride the tracks
And find ourselves just wading through tomorrow
And you and II when we're coming down
We're only getting back
And you know I feel no sorrow.
When you find that things are getting wild
Don't you need days like these. |