A Song

(альбом: A Song - 1977)

Rain falls nobody calls
Nothing to do, this must be Tuesday.
Don't ask how I know. Wasn't it always so?
Some times I draw the blinds
And make up a song alone in darkness.
Daydreams always seem a natural thing to do.

Making melodies personal friends of mine
Clumsy hands caress the keys with a song of my own design.
A song that will hurry my worries away
Give me some sun on a rainy day.
When I'm feeling tied down I can fly away,
I can do it with just a song.

Making melodies personal friends of mine
Clumsy hands caress the keys with a song of my own design.

Old friends, long dead and gone
Lovers I've lost and close relations.
So good to see 'em all again
Living in this... a song.