Sax intro
[Verse 1]
Arlington house, address: no fixed abode
An
old man in a thre
e-piece suit sits in the road
He stares ac
ross th
e water, he se
es right through the lock
But
on and up like outstretched hands
His mumble
d words, his fumbled words, mock
Sax
[Verse 2]
Further down, a photo booth, a million plastic bags
And an old woman fi
lling out a million baggage tags
But when she
g
ets t
hrown out, three bags at a time
She
spies
the ol
d chap in the road to share her bags with
She has bags of time
Surrou
nded
by his past, on a short white line
He sits whi
le ca
rs
pass either side, takes his time
Try
ing
to
remember one better day
A while a
go when people
stopped to hear him say
Walki
ng
r
ound you sometimes hear the sunshine
Be
ating
down i
n time with the rhythm of your shoes
Sax I
Now she has walked enough through rainy town
She rests her ba
g against his and sits down
She’s
try
ing
to remember one better day
A
while
ago when people stopped to hear her say
Walki
ng
round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Bea
ting d
own in
time with the rhythm of your shoes
Walki
ng
round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Bea
ting
down i
n time with the rhythm of your shoes
The
feeling
of arriving when you’ve nothing left to lose
Walki
ng
round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Bea
ting
down i
n time with the rhythm of your shoes
Walki
ng
round you sometimes hear the sunshine
Bea
ting
down i
n time with the rhythm of your shoes
The
feeling o
f arriving when you’ve nothing left to lose
