Rain on my Sunday shoes
Pick up the Daily News
Looks like tomorrow's blues
But it's better than none
Call on the telephone
Knowing that she's not home
Put on the Rolling Stones
And I can have me some fun
Start up a flight of stairs
Stand up and comb your hair
Try not to change things
More than you can withstand
Get into something new
That's made for a year or two
Pick up the pieces
Where you think they might land
Everyday goes
Another days gone
Hate to say so but I'm getting older
Day by day
Take off all your clothes
Stand up and wipe your nose
Cry for your daddy
You lost so long ago
Jump on another plane
Today it's all the same
You can chase me in Boston, girl
Cause that's how it goes
I'm here in apartment 21
Stop by and have some fun
Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun
Look in the photograph
Lord, don't it make you laugh
For all these changes
What have we done
So I sing
La la la, la la la, la la la la
Sit down and write a song
Wait till the days grow long
And wait for the autumn wind
to blow me away
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