Autumn blew its leaves at me, Threatening winter as I walked. Summer always goes so quick, Barely stopping like my thoughts. Which dip and spin and change so fast I have to wonder - Will I last.
Through the windows of the train, I caught reflections of a paper cup, Hanging small in a pale blue sky, Never knowing which way's up.
Above the clouds, what's to be found, I have to wonder - Will I be around. As my anger shouts - At my own self doubt, So a sadness creeps - Into my dreams When you're scared of living - But afraid to die I get scared of giving - And I must find the faith to beat it
I must be me that's rushing by, Time just lingers on the wind. Bristlin' through my open fears, I wonder what it's going to bring.
Above the clouds, what's to be found, I have to wonder - Will I be around.
Run and hide, run and hide
Compositor: Paul John Weller (PRS)Editor: Stylist Music LtdPublicado em 1992ECAD verificado obra #3691724 e fonograma #1933898 em 06/Abr/2024