Well I'll keep on moving
Moving on
Things are bound to be improving
These days
One of these days
These days I'll sit on cornerstones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten
My friend
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them
It's coming 'round again
Slowly creeping hand
Of time and its command
Soon enough it comes
Settles in its place
Its shadow in my face
Puts pressure in my day
This life, well, it's slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
Well I was pretty young
She was young and pretty
I was so naive
It was such a pity
I said now baby don't you waste your time
Just cryin' for me
I gotta go away for a while
And you can be free
And baby, baby, it's my turn to cry
Baby, baby, it's my turn to cry
(You should be ashamed of yourself!)
I will come for you at nighttime
I will raise you from your sleep
I will kiss you in four places
As I go running along your street
I will squeeze the life out of you
You will make me laugh, and make me cry
And we will never forget it
You will...