Oh when the night creeps. Up over the hillside. Oh it's so quiet up here. You can hear your thoughts from the inside. Oh well it took me a while. To take in the atmosphere.
Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell. the rain is falling through the window. down the walls on the floor. I'm sitting in a station and I'm wondering. ooh can it rain any more.
Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell. he pleads to his manager. there just seems to be no way out. have one last cigarette. no time to put it out. he's quitting this time for good.
Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell. southdown motor co. 2a bus. you can see right inside. my parent's house. sitting at the table and my dinner's up. it's gonna be different when.
Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell. have you seen the old men. that lean on the walls. of salvation halls. in the streets of your town. you can't have missed. the vagrant.
Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell. oh when the night creeps. up over the hillside. oh it's so quiet up here. you can hear your thoughts from the inside. oh well it took me a while.
Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell. on the old dirt road. without a care. gotta sixpence in my pocket. oh I'm a millionairre. oh and I would do anything to go back there.
Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell. oh I can see the sadness in your eyes. you shouldn't ever have to cry. I will put you back on your feet again. if you'll let me try.
Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell. I'm thinking of taking. the easy way out. open the window. I'll fall to the ground. I could do it -- wouldn't be much too it.
Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell. oh it's twelve o'clock. on the old grey wall. yet another year. '75 is here. I hear all the people celebrating. it's another year.
The rain is falling through the window. Down the walls on the floor. I'm sitting in a station and I'm wondering. Ooh, can it rain any more?. . And when you're so far down.
He pleads with his manager. There seems no way out. Have one last cigarette. No time to put it out. He's quitting this time for good. This is the last gig with Johnny B. Goode.
southdown motor co2a busyou can see right insidemy parent's housesitting at the table and my dinner's upit's gonna be different whenthe kid's grown up.
have you seen the old menthat lean on the wallsof salvation hallsin the streets of your town. you can't have missedthe vagranthe is the rubblehe is the trouble you want to remove.
oh when the night creepsup over the hillsideoh it's so quiet up hereyou can hear your thoughts from the insideoh well it took me a whileto take in the atmospheredark clouds of evil all around.
on the old dirt roadwithout a caregotta sixpence in my pocketoh I'm a millionairreoh and I would do anything to go back there. on the old dirt roadoh my brother and mewe make a mess all weekendtill sunday eveoh and I am travelling through the pastoh and I can see myself face to face in the looking glass.
Oh, I can see the sadness in your eyes. Well, you shouldn't ever have to cry. Oh, I will put you back on your feet again if you'll let me try. Oh, I will not stop fighting for you until the day I die.
I'm thinking of takingthe easy way outopen the windowI'll fall to the groundI could do it -- wouldn't be much too it. I gotta little place here in the cityit's kind of small and dirty, it's a bedsitterand there's a lot of us living herewall to wall in one big house.
Oh, it's twelve o'clock on the old gray wall. Yet another year, '75 is here. I hear all the people celebrating. Another year. . Oh, darkness, darkness inside my head.