| Lyrics: | Turning on my pillow, thinking kind of strange.
The color is of midnight in this room.
The
cars outside are coughing and it's kind of hard to sleep
and there's neon out the window, not
the moon.
And it was just an any old kind of day,
The kind that comes and slips
away,
The kind that fills up easy my life's time.
The night brought any old kind of
dark,
I heard the ticking of my heart.
Then why'm I thinking somethings left
behind?
I whistled round today and I skipped off a footloose jig
to the hurdy gurdy
music of the street.
I looked past those rooftops and I saw the cloudless sky,
But I keep on
asking why my life is passing by,
And I'm left up high and dry,
But it ain't no good to
cry,
So I shrug my useless sigh,
And I trust to things that other days will
meet.
And it was just an any old kind of day,
The kind that comes and slips
away,
The kind that fills up easy my life's time.
The night brought any old kind of
dark,
I heard the ticking of my heart.
Then why'm I thinking somethings left
behind?
The night has had it's laughing,
when the street lights blind the stars,
So
now it's shedding rain to sing it's sorrow,
It's time for me to sleep and to rest these thoughts
away,
There's gonna be another day, hey!
when things will go my way,
And there's other
things to say,
And there's other songs to play,
And there'll be time enough for thinking
come tomorrow.
And it was just an any old kind of day,
The kind that comes and slips
away,
The kind that fills up easy my life's time.
The night brought any old kind of
dark,
I heard the ticking of my heart.
Then why'm I thinking somethings left behind? |
