Driving into a grey, grey evening Drive into a good New Year feeling It doesn't need to mean a thing When you sing, when you sing Put a foot upon a spade Spade into the ground Follow the trail of worms Until the rhythm's found Wait until the words come down Sound Sing your day away Sing your day away and dream away Sing your day away Sing your day away and dream away Walking through the winter trees Naked branches in the loss of leaves Naked in the wind and rain No escaping winter's waiting game Put a foot upon a spade Spade into the ground Follow the trail of worms Until the rhythm's found Wait until the words come down Sound Sing your day away Sing your day away and dream away Sing your day away Sing your day away and dream away Dream away...