Sunday disappears into the fog   Darkness invites us all inside to hide amongst the lamplight radio glow   Shadow in the pool   Winter in the wind   Message in the fallen leaves      Cruise to the plaza in your Merc   Never really know how or where to go   Blow me down, your outside a bank??? on Angel street      I arrive but never leave   You leave but never stay   Kinda' reminds me of the cellar??? days      I saw your brother out during lunch   I saw once he was lost and he was mad   He had been standing in the rain to get some snow   But the snow it couldn't fall   The people all go home   And he just kinda' stood there, helplessly      You should change the message on your machine   So sad, so strange baby, to hear my name   Makes me cry when you say we're not at home   And the line it just goes dead, and the trail it just goes cold   I guess that story's told, anyway