Sunny skies weeps in the evening
It doesn't much matter why
I guess he just has to cry
from time to time
Everyone's leaving
And Sunny skies has to stay
behind
Still he knows how to ease
down slow
Everything is fine in the
end
And you will be pleased to
know
That Sunny Skies hasn't a
friend
Sunny skies sleeps in the morning
He doesn't know when to rise
He closes his weary eyes upon
the day
And throws it all away
Looking at the snow and trees
that grow
Outside my window
Looking at the things that
passed me by
Wondering if where I've been
is worth
The things I've been through
Ending with a friend named
Sunny Skies
Marco Giunco |
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