In the rain—
One hazy day;
Drizzle and fog horns
By the bay,
I feel I’m walking
On a grave.
The city’s lost
In a mist;
Not even sure
What century it is.
But I’d follow
This street
To eternity
If I knew
You’d be there
Waiting
For me.
One hazy day;
Drizzle and fog horns
By the bay,
I feel I’m walking
On a grave.
The city’s lost
In a mist;
Not even sure
What century it is.
But I’d follow
This street
To eternity
If I knew
You’d be there
Waiting
For me.