| Ev’rybody’s waiting for the sun to shine
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| Waiting on a springtime day
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| Waiting on tomorrow to unwrap their minds
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| Waiting till the sky’s not grey
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| Ev’rybody’s sitting on a cornflake shelf
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| Wond’ring what the tea leaves say
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| I would think it’s crazy, but I’m caught myself
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| Tryna light my own dark way
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| I’ll take your hand and we’ll walk back
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| Down to where the shade trees grew
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| We know something’s missing
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| That got lost back there
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| Back when I could talk to you
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| Ev’rybody’s tryna keep their heads held high
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| Standing by the old iron gate
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| List’ning to the sirens in the wind wail by
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| Wond’rin' why the postman’s late
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| Ev’rybody’s tryna make the oil burn slow
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| Sure to let the pipes drip some
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| Turnin' down the kettle till the coil don’t glow
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| Sweepin' up a mealtime crumb
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| I’ll take your hand and we’ll walk back
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| Down to where the shade trees grew
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| We know something’s missing
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| That got lost back there
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| Back when I could talk to you
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| Ev’ry body’s waiting on the moon to fill
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| Even though it’s hard to see
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| I can feel it tuggin' on my window sill
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| Tryna keep a spell on me
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| Ev’ry night the whistle of the midnight train
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| Rounds the bend at twelve-o-five
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| And I’m always won’drin'
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| If you’ll hear that same
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| Sound out there on Kidwell Drive
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| I’ll take your hand and we’ll walk back
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| Down to where the shade trees grew
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| We know somethin’s missing
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| That got lost back there
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| Back when I could talk to you |