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 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 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 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 want days like these.
When you find that things are getting wild don`t you need days like these