A Song Testo

Rain falls - nobody calls Nothing to do - this must be Tuesday. Dont ask how I know. Wasn't it always so? Some times I draw the blinds and make up a song alone in darkness. Daydreams always seem a natural thing to do. Making melodies personal friends of mine Clumsy hands caress the keys with a song of my own design. A song that will hurry my worries away Give me some sun on a rainy day. When I'm feeling tied down I can fly away, I can do it with just a song. Making melodies personal friends of mine Clumsy hands caress the keys with a song of my own design. Old friends long dead and gone Lovers I've lost and close relations. So good to see 'em all again Living in this . . . a song.