Speeding down the road, at the end of the day

All the worried faces saying

Say, how many more days like this

Must they're be

Let me see I'll count them out

As long as you live in this peculiar way

With your head to the ground, your back bent double

Grey

Oh, mr grey

Oh, mrs grey



Wooden steps and hollow legs of conversations

Big mistakes are never heard of

Now new deck of cards has been dealt

Since we last saw Richard

He just packed his bags, kicked his heels

Left a black mark on the name of family

Oh, such a disgrace

To see his face is cracking

Into a smile

Oh, mr smile

Oh, mrs smile

The last time I saw Richard

He was learning to smile