I can think of nowhere I would rather be Reading morning papers Drinking morning tea She clutches the tray and then we talk just like a kitchen sink play Nothing ventured nothing gained living so close to danger Even your friends are strangers don't count upon their company Places for the fingers Places for the nails Hidden in the kitchen Right behind the scales What do I care I'm wasting fingers like I have them to spare Plugging holes in the zuider zee punishing Paul for Peter Don't ever trust those meters what you believe is what you see In my town, there is a raincoat under a tree In the sky there is a cloud containing the sea In the sea there is a whale without any eyes In the whale there is a man without his raincoat In another country With another name Maybe things are different Maybe they're the same Back on the train the seven soldiers read the papers again But the news it doesn't change swinging about through the creepers Parachutes caught on steeples heroes are born but heroes die Just a few days a little practice and some holiday pay We're all sure You'll make the grade Mother of God if You care We're on a train to nowhere please put a cross upon our eyes Take me I'm nearly ready you can take me To the raincoat in the sky Take me my little pastry mother take me There's a pie shop in the sky © EG MUSIC PUBLISHERS LTD.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com