Many's

the

ti-

me

I

ran

with

you

down

The

rai-

ny

roads

of

our

old

town

Ma-

ny

the

lives

we

lived

in

each

day

And

bu-

ried

al-

to-

ge

-

ther

Don't

laugh

at

me

Don't

look

a-

way

You'll

fo-

llow

me

back

With

the

sun

in

your

eyes

And

on

your

own

Bed-

shaped

And

legs

of

stone

You'll

knock

on

my

door

And

up

we'll

go

In

white

light

I

don't

think

so

But

what

do

I

know?

What

do

I

know?

I

know!

I

know

you

think

I'm

hol-

ding

you

down

And

I've

fal-

len

by

the

way-

side

now

And

I

don't

un-

der-

stand

the

same

things

as

you

But

I

do

Don't

laugh

at

me

Don't

look

a-

way

You'll

fol-

low

me

back

With

the

sun

in

your

eyes

And

on

shaped

And

legs

of

stone

You'll

knock

on

my

door

And

up

we'll

go

In

white

light

I

don't

think

so

But

what

do

I

know?

What

do

I

know?

I

know!

Oh

And

up

we'll

go

In

white

light

I

don't

think

so

But

what

do

I

know?

What

do

I

know?

I

know!