Sipping a glass of Whyte & MacKay
I’m thinking about her again
The lights are low the shadows are staring
Yet feeling I’m out in the rain.
Smoking a cigarette breathing a sye
I’m thinking about her again
I’m glad that we met I have no regret
?
I know I’m happy meeting and knowing her
The thinking is always the same
The lights are low the shadows are staring
Yet feeling I’m out in the rain.