5 7 0 5..but there's no reply
5 7 0 5
Got
Hey, there's no-one to blame I feel the same way
The sheets are untidy, it's twelve o'clock and the bed's
He fell out of the ocean, a sailor sighting land.
Chorus:
Do what you do,
do well, Do what you do,
do well
Well
The grass is overgrowing on the garden rail
And crickets call
Talking; one way is an interrogation
Make it two ways,
Well it's another rainy night, here in my hometown,
And the
In the summer of '63, it was so damn hot
Applying her make-up and wanting to wake up, She
slips into
I'm so happy lying here, reclining in this easy chair,
Wond'rin'