paper sun

(Winwood/Capaldi)
So you think youre having good times
With the boy that you just met
Kicking sand from beach to beach
Your clothes all soaking wet
But if you look around and see
A shadow on the run
Dont be too upset because its just a paper sun
Ahh Paper
Sun, Ahh Paper
Sun In the room where youve been sleeping
All your clothes all thrown about
Cigarettes burn window sills
Your meters all run out
But then again its nothing
You just split when day is done
Hitching lifts to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun
Standing in the cool of my room
Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume
Too much sun will burn!
When youre feeling tired and lonely
You see people going home
You cant make the train fare
Or the six pence for the phone
And icicles youre crying
From your cheek have just begun
Dont be sad, good times are had
Beneath the paper sun
Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand
A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand
The boy who had given you so much fun
Has left you so cold in the paper sun -- -------------------------------------------------- --------------------
TRO-*****
Music Inc. (ASCAP)