Rosy and Grey

I want to take a streetcar downtown Read Henry Miller and wander around And drink some Guinness from a tin 'Cause my U.I. cheque has just come in Ah, where you been, because Everything is coming up rosy and grey Ah, the wind is cold but the smell of snow warms me today And your smile is fine and it's just like mine and it won't go away, 'cause Everything is rosy and grey You've been under my skin for more than eight years It's been eight years of laughter and eight years of tears And I don't know what the future can hold, or will do, for me and you But I'm a much better man for having known you Yeah, you know that's true, because Well, I've been told that there's a sucker born every day Well, I wonder who, yeah, I wonder who Maybe the one who doesn't realize there's a thousand shades of grey 'Cause I know that's true, yes I do, I know that's true How about you? Well, they're picking up trash and they're putting down roads And they're brokering stocks, the class-struggle explodes And I'll play this guitar just the best that I can Well, maybe I'm not and maybe I am Who gives a damn? Well, I've kissed you in France and I've kissed you in Spain And I've kissed you in places I'd better not name And I've seen the sun go down on Sacre Coeur But I like it much better going down on you Ah, you know that's true