Intro:
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Turning on my pillow, thinking kind of strange
The color is of midnight in this room
The cars outside are coughing and itâs kinda hard to sleep
And thereâs neon out the window, not the moon.
And it was just an any old kind of day
The kind that comes and slips away
The kind that fills up easy my lifeâs time
The night brought any old kind of dark
I heard the ticking of my heart
(sus4)
Then why am I thinking somethingâs left behind?
I whistled round today and I skipped a footloose jig
To the hurdy-gurdy music of the street
I looked up past those rooftops, and saw that cloudless sky
But I keep on asking why
My life is passing by
And Iâm left up high and dry
But it ainât no good to cry
So I shrug the useless sigh
And I trust to things that other days will meet.
And it was just an any old kind of day
The kind that comes and slips away
The kind that fills up easy my lifeâs time
The night brought any old kind of dark
I heard the ticking of my heart
(sus4)
Then why am I thinking somethingâs left behind?
Interlude:
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The night has had it s laughing
When street lights blind the stars
So now itâs shedding rain
To sing its sorrow (sorrow)
Itâs time for me to sleep and to rest these thoughts away
Thereâs gonna be another day
When things will go my way
And thereâs other things to say
And thereâs other songs to play
And thereâll be time enough for thinking come tomorrow.
And it was just an any old kind of day
The kind that comes and slips away
The kind that fills up easy my lifeâs time
The night brought any old kind of dark
I heard the ticking of my heart
(sus4)
Then why am I thinking somethingâs left behind?
