Fly On Strangewings
Many's the day, many's the night
I've walked until I thought everything was right
Many's the time I've walked to town
Thinking new faces will bring me up from feeling down
Fly on, strange wings
You choose to hang around and muddle everything
And all the while, he's somewhere
Gathering layers of life without me
Last Monday's paper lies on the floor
Things lay antique since your last visit here before
If there is no one and you need someone
Our old friеnds will know how to get in touch with me
Oh fly on, strange wings
You choosе to hang around and muddle everything
And all the while, he's somewhere
Gathering layers of life without me
Oh fly on, strange wings
You choose to hang around and muddle everything
And all the while, he's somewhere
Gathering layers of life without me
