Cocoanut Groove
Hummin'
The wind is in the bircheson an empty afternoon& it feels as if I'm fadinginto the colours of the roomthat is grey & dull & sleepy& soon another day is doneYou're always humming to yourself, sonWhere are the words that match your song?& the streets are strangely quietsee the students heading home& soon the voices from the nurserywill fill the autumn air with songBut this is not how I rememberHaving nothing on my mind& though the kitchen clock's not workingYou feel you're running out of time& just like in a moviewe'll end with the town from a birds viewThe smoke rising from the factoryThe bells are ringin' at the schoolBut I'm still by the kitchen tableBy the flicker of a pale sunYou're always humming to yourself, sonWhere are the words that match your song?
From Letras Mania