All the things you got ain't everything you are
To me there's something more to sing
That one should dare to be
Got so much to say
And even more to play
But all is stuck in my pen
Feelin' like it won't come out again
Days of yore! How could I have been so sure?
That was the refrain: "please get away!"
There's no need to say that March is not May
There should be more to sing
Something more to be
Got so much to say
And even more to play
But all is stuck in my head
Feelin' like it won't come out again
Days of yore! How could I have been so sure?
That was the refrain: "please get away!"
(Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes)
Here we go
