Another Park, Another Sunday

(альбом: What Were Once Vices Are Now Habits - 1974)

I'm sitting in my room, I'm staring out my window
And I wonder where you've gone
Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn
Outside the wind is blowing
It seems to call your name again
Where have you gone
City streets and lonely highways
I travel down
My car is empty and the radio just seems to bring me down
I'm just trying to find me
A pretty smile that I can get into
It's true, I'm lost without you

Another lonely park, another Sunday
Why is it life turns out that way
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away

It's warm outside, no clouds are in the sky
But I need a place to go and hide
I keep it to myself
I don't want nobody else
To see me crying all those tears in my eyes

Another park, another Sunday
Why is it life turns out that way
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away
Another park, another Sunday
It's dark and empty thanks to you
I got to get myself together
But it's hard to do