Diary Of A Young Man

I draw the curtains on another day

I pick up my diary but there's nothing to say

I went to see a friend to see how she's been

But when I got there she wasn't in

She never is

I sat in the park for what seemed hours on end

Watching autumn leaves falling from the trees

And the birds flying high up in the breeze

And tomorrow it could not rain

But then again it always does

I buy a ticket for the mistery train

As soon as I get there it's time to come home again

And from every window there's a different view

But I still can't find you

I don't think I'll ever will