GREY DAY
When i get home it's late at night
I'm black and bloody from my life
I haven't time to clean my hands
Cuts will only sting me through my dreams.
It's well past midnight as i lie
In a semi-conscious state
I dream of people fighting me
Without any reason i can see.
In the morning i awake
My arms my legs my body aches
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary day ay ay
So begins another weary day.
After eating i go out
People passing by me shout
I can't stand this agony
Why don't they talk to me?
In the park i have to rest
I lie down and i do my best
The rain is falling on my face
I wish i could sink without a trace.
In the park i have to rest
I lie down and i do my best
The rain is falling on my face
I wish i could sink without a trace.
(M. Barson) 1981