What a guy, he looks sad I see a depth in his eyes I don't say a thing, but I know Tonight, yes tonight, I'll take the word out La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Di, da, di, da, di, da, di, da, di, da, di, da, di A week now and no job And out blows and slush and snow And no smoke, no work The night, the night is he went The night, the night is he went La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Di, da, di, da, di, da, di, da, di, da, di A week no job in the house What the guy down there looks like He looks at the moon and his gaze Are wild birds in a tree Tonight, yes, tonight I want to cry with Tonight, yes, tonight I want to cry with
