Speeding down the road, at the end of the day
All the worried faces saying
Say, how many more days like this
Must they're be
Let me see I'll count them out
As long as you live in this peculiar way
With your head to the ground, your back bent double
Grey
Oh, mr grey
Oh, mrs grey
Wooden steps and hollow legs of conversations
Big mistakes are never heard of
Now new deck of cards has been dealt
Since we last saw Richard
He just packed his bags, kicked his heels
Left a black mark on the name of family
Oh, such a disgrace
To see his face is cracking
Into a smile
Oh, mr smile
Oh, mrs smile
The last time I saw Richard
He was learning to smile