Track byフィル・マンザネラ
I'm looking in my little black book To see if I was right or rongwrong Between the lines on the tattered pages My spidery writing inclines I'm old before my time I feel that I'm growing out of this world But with the world at my ears I guess it's true there's no tears, no tears When things get bad, I can always turn into a cloud Then I'll drift back home if the wind will blow me there I'm old before my time I feel that I'm growing out of this world But with the world at my ears I guess it's true there's no tears, no tears When things get bad, I can always turn into a cloud Then I'll drift back home if the wind will blow me there