Jimmy and his friends, i know, are in the park all drunken
I'm staring at the sun alone but what can i desire? i no longer know
I'm wishing for a week for fishing away in the country
I'm losing my own script of living down in city
A refrigerator sounds in a room, i look up and peer at the weather
She's gone away from here and now what can i desire? i no longer know
I'm wishing for a week for fishing away in the country
I'm losing my own script of living down in city
