And the clowns have all gone to bed,
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street,
Footprints dress in red.
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.
Somewhere a Queen is weeping,
Somewhere a King has no wife.
Shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cos the life that they lived is dead.
The names it has blown in the past
With this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, "No, this will be the last."
- What A Difference A Day M..
- These Are The Days
- Singing In The Rain
- But For Now
- Old Devil Moon
- I Could Have Danced All N..
- Blame It On My Youth
- I Get A Kick Out Of You
- All At Sea
- Wind Cries Mary
- Lover,you Should Have Com..
- It's about time
- Next Year Baby
- Can't we be friends