apartment 21

Lyrics

rain on my sunday shoes, pick up the daily news, looks like tomorrows blues, but its better than none, call on the telephone, knowin' that he's not home, i'll put on the rollin' 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, who died so long ago, jump on another plane, today it's all the same, you can catch me in boston, '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 at a photograph, lord, don't it make you laugh, for all these changes, what have you done?, la la la. sit down and write a song, wait till the days grow long, and wait fir the autumn wind, to blow me away, la la la.