He's had the same sunglasses for years now

Yet the sun is not shining any brighter

Nor does the grey skies seem to bother him

Walking around in the same old town

As he grew up in

Faces has come and left

Handshake from the mayor

Back in 1991

A lady once left a mark on his heart

But he left her

For something else

Uncertain about what

But he never really cared anyways

He just kept on walking

Down the streets

With his old shades on

He had his flat all tidy and nice

A collection of music covering the wall

From Stones to Cohen

Bowie and Waterboys

A lamp on the table beside the couch

Lightening up a world of music

Inside a flat in a small city

A cup of tea and a slice of bread

Happy and content

- Happy and content

From Stones to Cohen

Bowie and Waterboys

He's had the same sunglasses for years now

Yet the sun is not shining any brighter

Nor does the grey skies seem to bother him

Walking around in the same old town

As he grew up in

A cup of tea and a slice of bread

- Happy and content