Gray skies are gonna clear up, put on a happy face; brush off the clouds and cheer up, put on a happy face. Take off the gloomy mask of tragedy, it’s not your style; you’ll look so good that you’ll be glad ya’ decided to smile!
Gray, gray . . . my life is gray. And my heart is cold since he went away.
Sunday, bloody Sunday is always a bummer though.
But all the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon when we’re poisoning pigeons in the park.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
Everybody have fun tonight…
…'til your daddies take your T-Birds away!
Wouldn’t it be nice?
It would, but we never, ever do nothin nice…and easy.
Tonight, tonight, the world is full of light, with suns and moons all over the place.
Tonight, tonight, the world is wild and bright, going mad shooting sparks into space.
(We’re gonna rock it tonight! They’re gonna get it tonight. They began it, they began it, they began it. We’ll stop 'em once and for all.)
Today, the world was just an address, a place for me to live in, no better than all right!
(We’re gonna jazz it tonight! Tonight! They began it, and we’re the ones to stop 'em once and for all!)
But here you are, and what was just a world is a star. Tonight!
I can feel it coming in the air tonight…
Tonight’s the night - it’s gonna be all right.
Sweeter than wine, softer than a summer’s night. Everything I want, I have, whenever I hold you tight.
What you don’t have you don’t need it now,
What you don’t know you can feel somehow
What you don’t have you don’t need it now,
Don’t need it now…it’s a beautiful day…
Like strawberry wine and seventeen. The hot July moon saw everything. My first taste of love oh bittersweet. Green on the vine. Like strawberry wine.
On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf. . .?
I’d offer my throat to the wolf, but it’s summer in the city and the back of my neck is gettin’ dirt and gritty.
Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit. He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere.
Duh. Obviously, he took the midnight train to Georgia.
Would that be the train that’s called The City of New Orleans?