Apartment 21
Rain on my Sunday shoes
Pick up the daily news
Looks like tomorrows blues
But it's better than none
Call on the telephone
Knowing' that she's not home
I'll put on the rolling stones
And I can have me some fun
Start up a flight of stairs
Stand up and comb your hair
Try not to change things
More than you can with stand
Get into something new
Stay for a year or two
Pick up the pieces
Where you think they might land
Every day goes
Another day is gone
Hate to say so
But I'm getting older
Day by day
Take off all your clothes
Stand up and wipe your nose
Cry for your daddy
You lost so long ago
Jump on another plane
Today it's all the same
Chase me to Boston, girl
'Cause that's how it goes
I'm here in apartment 21
Stop by and have some fun
Say how you doing
You old son of a gun
Look in the photograph
Lord, though it make you laugh
For all those changes
And what have you done?
So I sing
Lalala-lalala
Lalala-la
Lalala-la
Lala-lalalala
Lalala-lalala
Lalala-la
Lalala-la
Lala-lalalala
Sit down and write a song
Wait 'til the days grow long
Wait for the autumn wind
To blow me away
Pick up the daily news
Looks like tomorrows blues
But it's better than none
Call on the telephone
Knowing' that she's not home
I'll put on the rolling stones
And I can have me some fun
Start up a flight of stairs
Stand up and comb your hair
Try not to change things
More than you can with stand
Get into something new
Stay for a year or two
Pick up the pieces
Where you think they might land
Every day goes
Another day is gone
Hate to say so
But I'm getting older
Day by day
Take off all your clothes
Stand up and wipe your nose
Cry for your daddy
You lost so long ago
Jump on another plane
Today it's all the same
Chase me to Boston, girl
'Cause that's how it goes
I'm here in apartment 21
Stop by and have some fun
Say how you doing
You old son of a gun
Look in the photograph
Lord, though it make you laugh
For all those changes
And what have you done?
So I sing
Lalala-lalala
Lalala-la
Lalala-la
Lala-lalalala
Lalala-lalala
Lalala-la
Lalala-la
Lala-lalalala
Sit down and write a song
Wait 'til the days grow long
Wait for the autumn wind
To blow me away
Credits
Writer(s): John Buck Wilkin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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