Strange Weather
Jacob Ewald
Strange weather in Tokyo
If I saw the light, would I know?
She tiptoes to me in her sleeping clothes
A million different people go to work
Strange letters
You left to me
Burnin' in my drawer on the bowery
Letters I cannot bear to read
Far away from me as I can be
Sha-la-la, oh my word, how am I still unsure?
I don't wanna think about you anymore
Two bluebirds in Martha bar
Two shoes on my feet
Oh, to be a stranger on the street
Gray, clever, dirty sheets
West Virginia trees in my teeth
One more cigarette in my tea leaves
You predict the future for a fee
Sha-la-la, oh my word, how am I still unsure?
I don't wanna think about you anymore
Two bluebirds in Martha bar
Two shoes on my feet
Oh, to be a stranger on the street
