(Ferry)

The sky is dark
The wind is cold
The night is young
Before itґs old and grey
We will know
The trill of it all
The time has come
Itґs getting late
Itґs now or never
Donґt hesitate or stall
When I call
Donґt spoil
The thrill of it all
And before you go to sleep at night
Preying shadows - do they ask you why?
And in the morning through the afternoon
Do you wonder where youґre going to?
Every word I use
Each crumpled page
Strange ideas
Mature with age
Like leaves
When autumn falls
Turn gold
Then they hit the ground
Every time I hear
The latest sound
Itґs pure whiskey
Reeling round and around
My brain
Oh and all oґ that jive
Itґs driving me wild -
The dizzy spin Iґm in
Everywhere I look
I see your face
I hear your name
Itґs all over the place
Hey girl
Though youґve gone
Still I recall
The trill of it all
You might as well know what is right for you
And make the most of what you like to do
For all the pleasure thatґs surrounding you
Should compensate for all youґre going through
So if youґre feeling fraught
With mental strain