Black and Blue

Hey you, I'm round your house again

I feel so out of place

Going to the corner shop

The men from out of space

Seems so very long ago

When we stayed out through the night

Like those days that would never end

And all those things will, never mend

Feeling kind of black and blue

But the fresh winds on the street

Free falling through the years

But I'm still on my feet

Early before breakfast time

Sometime after dawn

Gently close the front door

Leave you on your own

But now its over and I can't help feeling glad

Oh so many tears were spent

Oh so many years just went

And I'm feeling kind of black and blue

But the wind is on my back

No time for fair do wells

Don't forget to feed the cat

No time for fairy tales

No time for living hells

No time for wedding bells

'Cause I'm feeling kind of black and blue

But the fresh winds on the street

Free falling through the years

But I'm still on my feet

Feeling kind of black and blue

But the fresh winds on the street

Free falling through the years

But I'm still on my feet

Feeling kind of black and blue

But the fresh wind is on my back

No time for fair do wells

Don't forget to feed the cat