it’s another one of those stay in bed days, when all the greens outside are blues and grays. i spy a little plane fly over your head. it’s got one hundred bright windows, one hundred bright faces, and you’re wishing you were there instead.
i can see you’re counting the days, counting the hours, counting the seconds, ‘til you’ll be somewhere, just anywhere, well... i wish you there.
i wish you portuguese skies for the rest of your restful life and i wish you the pinball smiles of one thousand friends caught in the lens of your camera eyes your camera eyes.
the customers have not stopped for hours, on and on and on and on and on and on... the manager came and said “Jo for the last time i’ll tell you – stop looking out the window at the flowers!” but... the birds are singing in my favourite tree it’s a rare one, “canadian you know”, said the nice old lady
and still i’m counting the days, counting the hours, counting the seconds, ‘til i’ll be out there just anywhere well... i wish you there
yes, i wish you portuguese skies for the rest of your restful life and i wish you the pinball smiles of one thousand friends caught in the lens of your camera eyes your camera eyes.