Pa, parara, papa, Pa, parara, papa, Papa, parara, papa,
Sixty at twenty one The girl has with the sun a white paint mornin' now That the fog is
a bright, dumb founded dawn (Hey) She lays down out on the And the new day And turns to confront the
And down, the town All squared Don't it make you to cry all day? And gone, by the wind (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) by the clouds (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) It's where the land end and the day
"Is this normal?" She allowed As she sifted the crowd Through her And her morning perfume
It seems that just not correct (Hey) From the deck And she sits in her bus seat All the way
And down, the little All locked Don't it make you want to cry all And gone, by the wind (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) by the clouds (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) It's where the land end and the day Ooh
and flowers The fallen leaves (Hey) The and hours yea As ours gently
And down, the town (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) All squared (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Don't it you want to cry all day? And gone, by the wind (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Crushed by the (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) It's where the land end and the day
And down, the town (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) All away (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Don't it make you to cry all day? And gone, yea (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) Yea, yea, yea (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) (Pa, parara, papa, pararara) it make you, cry, cry, cry all day Ooh