Ordinary Life
Scattered in a thousand clouds
The grey sky hangs low
What’s the scoop they talk about
I don’t want to know
Off I go to buy some food
Shop’s across the street
Their ready-mades are good
And the wine is neat
May the rich relax and sip
Their brut champagne
May the poor people sleep
In the pouring rain
Take it as it comes they say
But the wind blows cold
Colder than the other day
When I tried to call
Heard the sound of the bell
Ringing in my ears
You might feeling not too well
After all these years.
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