You don't need no love in. You don't need no bed pan. You don't need a horoscope or a microscope. The see the mess that you're in. If you open up your heart.
There'll come a time when all of us must leave here. Then nothing sister Mary can do. Will keep me here with you. As nothing in this life that I've been trying.
Now I've watched you sitting there. Seen the passers-by all stare. Like you have no place to go. But there's so much they don't know about Apple Scruffs.
Sunrise doesn't last all morning. A cloudburst doesn't last all day. Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning. It's not always going to be this grey.