Rain on my Sunday shoes   Pick up the daily news   Looks like tomorrows blues   But its better than none      Call on the telephone   knowin' that he's not home   I'll put on the Rollin' Stones   And I can have me some fun      Start up a flight of stairs   Stand up and comb your hair   Try not to change things   More than you can withstand      Get into something new   That's made for a year or two   Pick up the pieces   Where you think they might land      Everyday goes   Another days gone   Hate to say so but I'm getting older   Day by day      Take off all your clothes   Stand up and wipe your nose   Cry for your daddy   Who died so long ago      Jump on another plane   Today it's all the same   You can catch me in Boston   'Cause that's how it goes      I'm here in apartment 21   Stop by and have some fun   Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun      Look at a photograph   Lord, don't it make you laugh   For all these changes   What have you done?      La la la, la la la, la la la la   Lla la la la, la la la, la la la la   La la la, la la la, la la la la   La la la la, la la la, la la la la      Sit down and write a song   Wait till the days grow long   And wait fir the autumn wind   To blow me away      La la la, la la la, la la la la   Lla la la la, la la la, la la la la   La la la, la la la, la la la la   La la la la, la la la, la la la la   (repeat)