a long time ago
down the puring rain
wearing no raincoats at all
you left me waiting there
with nowhere to go
now we’re just on our way home…
time consumes my expectations
to get the right location
like an old man of 64
you said I got the number wrong
but even if I had lived in Forthlin Road
I’d have chosen the same station
for tomorrow may rain
I said I don’t mind
any road is abbey road
it feels like a drip
from a dead dog’s eye.
you’re asking me if love will grow
you’re asking me something your mother should know
I know it’s only love…
but I’m feeling two-foot small
for tomorrow may rain
I said I don’t mind
any road is abbey road
it feels like a drip
from a dead dog’s eye
and I will sing a lullaby
if all I needed was love
then why I feel like I was waking up
and if you realized that there was
noone in my tree
this love could have lasted years
for tomorrow may rain
I said I don’t mind
any road is abbey road
it feels like a drip
from a dead dog’s eye.
and now we’re going home
and I will sing a lullaby
I will sing a lullaby
yes, I will sing a lullaby





