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 its a holiday. You and I should ride the coast and wind up in our favourite coats just miles away. Roll a number write another son g 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 will miss the crush and Imhome again. Stepping through the door with the night in store whiling just an hour away, step into the sky in the starbright feeling its a brighter day. You and I should ride the tracks and find ourselves just wading through tomorrow and you and I when were coming down were on ly getting back and you know I feel no sorrow. When you find that things are getting wild dont you need days like these. |