Whispering cold on a hot afternoon
With basement inside with nothing to do
But the leave of the clock says quarter past two
Sitting at home thinking of you
I'm in Grey Lynn kind of mood
It's a Sunday afternoon
What are you doing?
Now, where have you been?
I've come to this house
So steady for years
All around and all over town
Pushed by the wind
Like the roll on it's side
And I must be getting old
And I don't know what to do
Spend a wonderful night in a while
Wish to God I could make it, you smile
Things are no better but just you wait
So you could, it's all around and round town
Calling names, sitting around waiting for word
Empty echo
Now you're gone, some of my life just couldn't words