Well I was feeling kinda low on a sunny day, I was praying for rain to cover my face. I got around to the fair and the poison planes. So easy to see it wasn't made for my grace. Oh yeah... It was a get-around day and oh my bones, I shook all day waiting to get home. I don't mind to say, what a rusty day. Roaming in hell under razor rain grey Oh yeah. . . Well, walking to my bed, what a homicide day. Still waiting for the friend, who would look my way. I ran hard for the library to make a break, Get around, jump and ride the mystery train. Oh yeah... Make a rock and roll song, where she comes my way. (And) she wouldn't walk away, no she wanted to stay. Let's dance, she said, and didn't walk away, First time I didn't want the day to fade away. Oh yeah...