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



Credits
Writer(s): John Buck Wilkin
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