(Colin Hay / Michael Georgiades)
Crazy love and gifts that rain down from above
I’m floating in the sea of yesterday
After all, some precious things I do recall
They still shine a light on long ago
And it’s another week of playing hide-and-seek
I’m knocking on the door of the unknown
And if I don’t find the key, I’ll have to walk back home
I’ve lost my will
But it’s overrated still
It does not mean the same as long ago
Either way
It’s not for me to say
Sick now that everything seems long ago
And it’s another week, they’re always on repeat
I guess I’ll never play the saxophone
And if I don’t find my keys, I’ll have to walk back home
The marks on the wall
I never did make six feet tall
I should have given up those fags long, long ago
Here and there
The signs are everywhere
But let me bathe a while in the long ago
I could narrowly defeat the company I keep
Or maybe I just don’t like being alone
And I still can’t find my keys
I’ll have to walk back home
And I still can’t find my keys
I’ll have to walk back home
Ooh, ooh, ooh
