the rain falls - filling up holes, and splashed away by country sqires
and its a warm rain - that sticks to the skin, on the children by the window screens
its a home town scene
And a long, long time - has passed me byyyy....
I see the autumn leaves fallling down - to the ground - listen to the sound
of my GHOST there waiting, my GHOST there waiting.......
Daryl Braithwaite - good kid, good kid