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So i’m listening for the weather to predict the coming day, leave all thought of expectation to the weather man. No, it doesn’t really matter what it is he has to say, cuz tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhere. All the people that I know in the apartments down below, busy with their starring roles in their own tragedies. Sunlight sends you on your way, and those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday. Never be afraid of change.I’ll call you on the phone. I hate to leave you on your own. But I’m coming home today.

And this busy inner city has got nothing much to say. And I know how much you’re haging round the letterbox, and I’m sure that as i’m writing. You’ll be somewhere on your way: in a supermarket checkout or the restaurant. I’ve been doing what i’m told, I’ve been busy growing old. and the days are getting cold but that’s alright with me. Sunlight sends you on your way, and those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday. Never be afraid of change!

I’ll call u on the phone, I hate to leave you on your own. But I’m coming home today, but’m coming home today.

 

I’ve been doing what i’m told, i’ve been busy growing old. And the days are getting clod but that’s alright with me. Sunlight sends you on your way, and those restless thouts that cling to yesterday. Never be afreaid of change.