Rainy Sundays

Rainy Sundays, windy dreams
Cloudy memories, fading scenes

Down in Ljubljana, they’ve never seen such a motley crew
Some in search of Nirvana and some of us with nothing else to do
Only stopped for a moment to shelter from the rain
It wasn’t till five months later, that I was traveling again

If you’re heading down towards the East
Stay on the road my friend
Don’t break your heart for Vida
In a Slovenian dead end

Rainy Sundays, windy dreams
Cloudy memories, fading scenes

In a Supermarket storeroom, it’s dirty but it’s whеre we all doss down
It’s undernеath the cold ground, no shaft of light has ever shown us round

Wake up in the morning
(Or is it the afternoon?)
And it’s rumored every evening
Police are going to get us soon

But they never do and anyway, I’d die a hero’s death
For when I’m in her company, the world holds it’s breath

Rainy Sundays, sodden feet flap along on the flags
Zany, some days, me and the boys we fall around at the gags
When I’m waiting for Vida
Get drunk as a rule
When I finally see her
Does she think I’m a fool?

For she wears an air of mystery
It suits her well you know
And I wear my heart upon my sleeve
Hope it doesn’t show

But it’s only make believe
Visions in a waking dream
Like dust that dances in a hazy sunbeam
Sometimes at night
Wake with a start
To see your smile
Fade in the dark

Rainy Sundays, windy dreams
Can't seem to rid myself of these nostalgic scenes

At the station waiting, as sullen clouds scud across the sky
Humiliating, the birds on the gray wind seem to cry

All my companions are seated on the train
Going to spend the day at the sea but she’s let me down again
And as the train rolls down the line
I roll back into town
To sear old haunts
For she who taunts
Her lonely hand-me-down

One Sunday at the skating, told her I was tired of playing pretend
Incapacitating, these windy dreams that are my childhood friend
You never know the cards you hold
Until you play them wrong

For now she’s long gone
But the moments flown and so’s the luck
As lucky moments may
And a windy dream can come unstuck
On any Rainy Sunday

Standing on the Sava’s banks
That random moment’s trapped in time
The ghost of you still stalks across my mind
A smiling girl
Turns her back
Walks away
Fades to black