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