Lonely Sax
This is a lonely sax...
Every morning we see how,
how the river flows wild,
how the time goes by,
'cause this is only for a while.
My skin wrinkles will not stop me
cracking a smile whenever I want,
my grey hairs will no stop me
keeping going on my own.
This is a lonely sax
singing an ode to the test of time.
This is a lonely sax
crying an ode to the test of time.
Every morning we see how,
how the river flows wild,
how the time goes by,
'cause this is only for a while.
My skin wrinkles will not stop me
cracking a smile whenever I want,
my grey hairs will no stop me
keeping going on my own.
This is a lonely sax
singing an ode to the test of time.
This is a lonely sax
crying an ode to the test of time.