Lonely Town, Lonely Street

It's a little bit funny

This feeling inside

I'm not one of those

Who can easily hide

I don't have much money

But boy if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor

But then again no

Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show

I know it's not much

But it's the best I can do

My gift is my song and this one's for You

And You can tell everybody

This is Your song

It may be quite simple but now that it's done

I hope You don't mind

I hope You don't mind

That I put down in words

How wonderful life is while You're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss

Well a few of the verses

Well they've got me quite cross

But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song

It's for people like You

That keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting

But these things I do

You see I've forgotten

If they're green or they're blue

Anyway

The thing is

What I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen