The day has gone away Like strangers passing us by and we say goodbye But the footprints they stay Leaving the mess and the dirt and memories behind And people are strange Like a bedsheet when crumpled Like a closet when unarranged Or a fire out of flame Ran out of light out of sight, ooh what a shame Things have to be this way We swing and we sway Out of line and out of plane We're tossing and turning away Through nights and the days as we lie The night is here to stay, like a guest uninvited, like a raven Like the flowers so dead, we lay in bed Wrinkling away like the words we left unsaid And there is no time To pick all the pieces and gather what all was mine Well life is a crime To love and to learn and to lose ooh that's sublime Things have to be this way We swing and we sway, out of line and out of rhyme We are tossing and turning away Through nights and the days as we lie