Rain on my Sunday shoes
Pick up the daily news
Looks like tomorrow's blues
But it's better than none
Call on the telephone
Knowing that she's not home
Put on The Rolling Stones
And I can me have some fun
Start up a flight of stairs
Stand up and comb your hair
Try not to change things
More than you can withstand
Get into something new
Stay for a year or two
Pick up the pieces
Where you think they might land
Everyday goes
Another day's gone
Hate to say so
But I'm getting older day by day
Take off all your clothes
Stand up and wipe your nose
Cry for your daddy
You lost so long ago
Jump on another plane
Today it's all the same
And you can chase me to Boston, girl
'Cause that's how it goes
I'm here at apartment twenty-one
Stop by and have some fun
Say "how 'ya doing
You old son of a gun?"
Look in the photograph
Oh, don't it make you laugh
All those changes
And what have we done?
So I sing
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Sit down and write a song
Wait till the days grow long
And wait for the autumn wind
To blow me away
Apartment Twenty-One was written by John Wilkin.
John Wilkin released Apartment Twenty-One on Mon Jun 01 1970.