The wind and I, we speak the same but he don’t hear so well You’re gonna have to curse him well you’re gonna have to yell The sky and I, we’ve had our fights and I’m coming round to rain If the rain come round and it don’t go out then I’ll never have to speak again
Spanish weeks in my disco casino; the freedom fighters died upon the hill They sang the red flag, they wore the black one -but after they died, it was Mockingbird Hill
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinkin Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
And if a double-decker bus crashes into us To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die And if a ten ton truck kills the both of us To die by your side Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine