Rosy and Grey

I want to take a streetcar downtown

Read Henry Miller and wander around

And drink some Guinness from a tin

'Cause my U.I. cheque has just come in

Ah, where you been, because

Everything is coming up rosy and grey

Ah, the wind is cold but the smell of snow warms me today

And your smile is fine and it's just like mine and it won't go away, 'cause

Everything is rosy and grey

You've been under my skin for more than eight years

It's been eight years of laughter and eight years of tears

And I don't know what the future can hold, or will do, for me and you

But I'm a much better man for having known you

Yeah, you know that's true, because

Well, I've been told that there's a sucker born every day

Well, I wonder who, yeah, I wonder who

Maybe the one who doesn't realize there's a thousand shades of grey

'Cause I know that's true, yes I do, I know that's true

How about you?

Well, they're picking up trash and they're putting down roads

And they're brokering stocks, the class-struggle explodes

And I'll play this guitar just the best that I can

Well, maybe I'm not and maybe I am

Who gives a damn?

Well, I've kissed you in France and I've kissed you in Spain

And I've kissed you in places I'd better not name

And I've seen the sun go down on Sacre Coeur

But I like it much better going down on you

Ah, you know that's true