Walking 'round the room
Singing "Stormy Weather",
At Fifty-Seventh Mt. Pleasant St.
Well it's the same room but everything's different.
You can fight the sleep but not the dream.
Things ain't cooking in my kitchen.
Strange afflictions wash over me.
Julius Caeser and the Roman Empire
Couldn't conquer the blue sky...
There's a small boat made of china.
It's going nowhere on the mantlepiece.
Well do I lie like a loungeroom lizard,
or do I sing like a bird released.
Everywhere you go,
You always take the weather with you