Here is a simple song
I hope that you don ' t take it wrong
Hello rainy day let ' s see what you can wash away
No more blues on a Sunday
You sleep quiet in your room
I ' ll be writing these words just for the sake of you
Listen to the howling wind
Smell the street it ' s back again
Fall is here and I ' m so glad that nothing is permanent
In the end all that we have are memories
That we like to hold
Let ' s not take this for granted
Everything is growing old
In the end all that we have are memories
That we like to hold
Let ' s not take it for granted
Everything is growing old
