Any Old Kind Of Day
(专辑: Heads & Tales - 1972)
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?