Many times I have wondered What seems to be wrong? I have smelt the pot of rice boiling It doesn't seem to reek at all The water cringes black with tea And the tea tastes so bland With sugar it leaves a nasty taste at the back of my tongue.
The moving caravan is filled with color Smiling faces painted on the windows Everyone real is frowning Trying to keep up with the dancing gigolos
Many a times I have wondered What seems to be wrong? The teacher is teaching It's a black grey song The winds are blowing through the summer clouds My head is swimming...
With words left unsaid He's flying away, look at him go Why is he going? My eyes, they don't shine Like the stars anymore