All Day Long
Ally Kerr
It’s a sad affair; running round the town like some kind of millionaire
And it’s no great surprise; you’re broke you fool you thought you’d never compromise
All day long. You think of no one all day long.
And your stock got low; buying into people’s lives got nothing to show
And your time has come; a killing of the moment has left you on the run
All day long. You think of no one all day long.
But through your sad brown eyes are reflected strangers walking by
Who will love you? Who will love you?
And there’s no memories only faded stories in the breeze
Who will miss you? Who will miss you?
