Grey Lynn

Whispering cold on a hot afternoon
 With basement inside with nothing to do
 But the leave of the clock says quarter past two
 Sitting at home thinking of you
 I'm in Grey Lynn kind of mood
 It's a Sunday afternoon
 What are you doing?
 Now, where have you been?
 I've come to this house
 So steady for years
 All around and all over town
 Pushed by the wind
 Like the roll on it's side
 And I must be getting old
 And I don't know what to do
 Spend a wonderful night in a while
 Wish to God I could make it, you smile
 Things are no better but just you wait
 So you could, it's all around and round town
 Calling names, sitting around waiting for word
 Empty echo
 Now you're gone, some of my life just couldn't words