| 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 |
