NO HOPE FOR THE SUN
It’s drizzling in the street
No hope for the sun
So time to hit the road
And look for just more fun. A ticket for a train
No luggage but a pile
Of yellow autumn leaves
And memories to file. I am always on the run,
And always in the shade,
I need someone to find
But doubt that he will wait. The sky is going grey,
The window’s crying hard.
They say the pain will fade
And will be drowned in flood. Yet, there’s no hope inside,
But I will be ok.
Black Label’s in the glass,
And Devil’s here to stay. I’ll stroll into a pub,
I’ll ask for a refill,
A hoarse voice from afar
Will make me pay the bill.
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