(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
The crest fallen leaves
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
All squared away
From the observation deck
Crushed by the clouds
Ooh
All locked away
As she sifted through the crowd
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
It's where the land end and the day begins
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Yea, yea, yea gone
All the way
And down, the little town
And gone, yea gone
It seems that life's just not correct
That the fog is gone
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
All squared away
Ooh
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
As ours gently leaves
And turns to confront the clock
It's where the land end and the day begins
Publisher: SCRAWNY MUSIC
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
It's a white paint mornin' now
Pa, parara, papa, pararara
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
The girl has risen with the sun
She lays down out on the lawn
(Hey)
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
Papa, parara, papa, pararara
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Through her tears
And gone, washed by the wind
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
And the new day wakes
And down, the little town
And down, the little town
Pa, parara, papa, pararara
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
And down, the little town
Crushed by the clouds
It's where the land end and the day begins
Songwriters: Chris Colbourn, Bill Janovitz, Tom Maginnis
And gone, washed by the wind
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
Don't it make you, cry, cry, cry all day
Statues and flowers
Sixty eight at twenty one
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
And her strong morning perfume
(Hey)
Crushed by the clouds
All squared away
The minutes and hours yea
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
And she sits frozen in her bus seat
And gone, washed by the wind
It's a bright, dumb founded dawn
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
"Is this normal?" She asks allowed
(Hey)