Fly On Strangewings

Many's the day, many's the night

I've walked until I thought everything was right

Many's the time I've walked to town

Thinking new faces will bring me up from feeling down

Fly on, strange wings

You choose to hang around and muddle everything

And all the while, he's somewhere

Gathering layers of life without me

Last Monday's paper lies on the floor

Things lay antique since your last visit here before

If there is no one and you need someone

Our old friends will know how to get in touch with me

Oh fly on, strange wings

You choose to hang around and muddle everything

And all the while, he's somewhere

Gathering layers of life without me

Oh fly on, strange wings

You choose to hang around and muddle everything

And all the while, he's somewhere

Gathering layers of life without me