Sunday disappears into the fog Darkness invites us all inside to hide amongst the lamplight radio glow Shadow in the pool Winter in the wind Message in the fallen leaves Cruise to the plaza in your Merc Never really know how or where to go Blow me down, your outside a bank? on Angel street I arrive but never leave You leave but never stay Kinda' reminds me of the cellar? days I saw your brother out during lunch I saw once he was lost and he was mad He had been standing in the rain to get some snow But the snow it couldn't fall The people all go home And he just kinda' stood there, helplessly You should change the message on your machine So sad, so strange baby, to hear my name Makes me cry when you say we're not at home And the line it just goes dead, and the trail it just goes cold I guess that story's told, anyway