You said you're leaving, well that's okay. You said you've had enough, what can I say. I suppose I'll be sad for a week or two. But in the end it's the same for me and you.
These are the days I love,. And I'll be happier than most. Crossing england coast to coast,. Through your town,. And as I cross the land. And I cry a salty tear,.
An insolent speck of youth. Being taken for a walk. So tightly by the ear. That he can hardly talk. . Yesterday's men hang to today. To sing in the old-fashioned way.
Take time for your pleasure. And laugh with love. Take the hand of another. And sing for the wings of a dove. . Woah woah, for the wings of a dove. Woah woah, for the wings of a dove.
Down between the sunbeams. The money lenders chat. Hiding in the shade. Outside a council flat. . Kids in the lift. Looking for things to throw. And practising their aim.
He hums tonight through his street. My unlatched window the tune repeats. The curb crawling car winds down to a stop. A few seconds mumbled then whisks him off.
The latest and greatest amazing arrival. No conscience, no shame for the game of survival. Thieves and villains and fraudulent swindlers. Gathered in tribute with marks of respect.
You're looking and listening and hoping that things are changing for the better. You're trying to see if what you're teaching is the truth, sir. You're looking and listening and hoping that things will change for better.
Here they come again hop scotching up to my door. One by one again knockety knock knocking upon my floor. Swinging on my gate they gain entry by the yard.
Eh, tu!. Deja todo y fijate en esto:. El sonido mad marchoso y vacilon que existe actualmente.. Si vas por la calle y el cuerpo te pide marcha, no te escapes,.
With the ease of a practiced smile. The tears of a crocodile. Well, shake then wash your hands. Of the smell of foreign land. . The propaganda woman said.
Trying hard, I thought I'd done my best. All my life, I can't get no rest. Some who've closed the door before. Say I can't carry on no more.. I hear them saying.
A cage of my own. This cage is my home. And also alone am I. From above all around. Helpless to the sound. Of my brother's cry. . Just leave us alone.
A cage of my own, this cage is my home. And oh, so alone am I. From above all around helpless to the sound. Of my brother's cry. . Just leave us alone, we don't want to moan.
Trying hard, I felt I'd done my best. All my life, I can't get no rest. Some who've closed the door before. Say I can't carry on no more. . I hear them saying, tomorrow's just another day.
Waking up again another sleepless night. Climbing taller buildings more dreams of flight. In a pool of sweat not knowing what to do. No more earth-bound feelings a diff'rent point of view.
Scouring through the wasteland. With an urge to take. Anything that comes into view. Only ten more puffs to teatime. I've found eating so time consuming.
Whoa oh. Whoa oh. . Staggering home everybody sings. All the old songs the cockney routines. All the old women, all the young men. Try changing places then back again.