Blowing music through your head
And your rain splattered windows
Make you decide to stay in bed
Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp who wishes he was dead?
Or do you pull your bed-clothes higher
Dream of summertime instead?
When winter...
Comes howling in
Blowing music through your head
And your rain splattered windows
Make you decide to stay in bed
Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp who wishes he was dead?
Or do you pull your bed-clothes higher
Dream of summertime instead?
When winter...
Comes howling in
Out in Eastleigh last night
Out in Eastleigh last night
That's the sound somebody makes when they're getting away
Leaving next week's hanging jury far behind them
A prisoner only of the choices they've made.
Photo me Lyrics Night Train
by Bruce Cockburn
That's the sound somebody makes when they're getting away
Leaving next week's hanging jury far behind them
A prisoner only of the choices they've made.
Photo me Lyrics Night Train
by Bruce Cockburn
Shop windows in Haarlem on random nights walking home from the Café 't Kantoor
Shop windows in Haarlem on random nights walking home from the Café 't Kantoor