Afternoon,
For a moment when the streets are blue,
You can almost disappear.
Five o'clock,
It's the quiet you hear neighbours talk,
Like voices from the other side.
A lovely night,
Walking home I came to think about,
Once on an evening in July.
You whistled on,
A ___________ song,
And when I hear that song I cry.
I guess I will always be the same,
Dreaming my days away.