Sometime... Someday...
All the bridges and the bays...
The summer days are gone... in fall... he'll call... the song...
Who knows... who goes...
Laughing through the empty years...
Laughing at the tears we cried... inside... we tried...
Barbary Coast... Mariner's ghost... and the seagull flies...
In green hills... with windmills...
I could never find my home.
So long... nice day...
I've nothing left to say...
So take your horn and play... |