I never saw it as the start

It's more a change of heart

Rapping on the windows, whistling down the chimney pot

Blowing off the dust in the room where I forgot

I laid my plans in solid rock

Stepping through the door like a troubadour

Looking at the trees on the roadside

Feeling it's a holiday

Oh-oh la

He sipped another rum and coke

And told a dirty joke

Walking like Groucho, sucking on a number ten

Rolling on the floor with the cigarette burns walked in

I'll miss the crush when I'm home again

Stepping through the door with the night in store

Step into the sky in the star bright

Feeling it's a brighter day

Oh-oh la

You and I should ride the tracks

And find ourselves just wading through tomorrow

And you and I, when we're coming down

We're only getting back

And you know I feel no sorrow

(We've got the whole wide world)

Don't you need days like these?

Don't you want days like these, like these?