Hey Sunshine, why don’t you go away?
I’d rather be walking in the rain.
The pavement is burning through my shoes,
I’d rather be sleeping with the blues.
If I could pick and choose the color of the sky,
there’s shades of grey I find to be easy on my eyes.
Hey Rainbow, where is that pot of gold?
I’ve got secrets that never will be told,
and heartbreak so buried deep inside
no one will ever know I cried
If I could pick and choose the sounds that I hear,
it might be crashing thunder or a softly falling tear. 1 comment
Hey Mom, do you remember me?
I always wanted a pony,
and now that I am old and grey
I shall ride my pony far away.
If I could pick and choose the day that I die,
Tuesday afternoon, with the clouds floating by.
Hey sunshine, why don’t you go away?
I’d rather be walking in the rain.
