The Ripples - Afternoon Alone lyrics

Heuser/Pierce A dying autumn vine hangs outside my dirty window, The gentle clouds block the fiery sky. I wander down the staircase, grab my coat and take a walk. I'll catch the last taste of setting sun. And I'm still a little high from my afternoon alone, If I think too much I'll ruin my day. I stop to take a rest and hear the dark Potomac whine, But the song I couldn't finish fills my head. "La da da da da da da da" A homeless city busker strums an out of tune guitar, He lets his weathered words fall where they land I drop him a dollar, zip my coat and leave him there, Careful not to show my turning head And all his stumbling breaths die in the open air And all his stories might as well be stone And though I sit alone now on the short side of the pane I hum a tune that won't hold me long "La da da da da da da" I can't think of many things I'd do over And I seem pretty cool in my head. I've always been amazed by what's around me And I know I'll be alright in the end I find myself a padded seat on which I'll be cemented I'm sober and I'm tired and I'm done My eyes can't seem to focus and my fingers start to drip And everything around me tastes like sand And some crowds smile with their faith up in the clouds And others search the pavement just ahead But the symphony of movers and their city-sidewalk stomps Never once made me nod my head "La da da da da da da"