Can we never find an open door
Can we never hope for something more
Is there always something in the way
Is the future always dark and grey
Trapped in this room with nothin' else to do
But to croon an old forgotten tune
That should say more 'bout the state I'm in
Or do you need to know why and when
I go crazy ... motormouth...
I'll jump right over the line
I'm just waiting for a sign
Reading yesterday's papers 

In shiny weather, one dirty feather
floating .... floating
In shiny weather, one dirty feather
floating .... floating

Can we never find an open door
Can we never hope for something more
Is there always something in the way
Is the future always dark and grey
I'm sleeping wide awake I wanna go
To all the parties on the block
I'm hoping, praying for another break
Just let me talk for old times sake

And I'm walking and dreaming
I'm talking and scheming

In shiny weather, one dirty feather
floating .... floating
In shiny weather, one dirty feather
floating .... floating


(c) leurs l.-coonen f.-leurs c.