Everybody needs somewhere to go
even if they've got noone to know
simple pleasures always seem
like photographs of distant dreams
broke and calling home
Sands are white and skies are blue
clouds stop by and pour a little
pot of tea for two

Everybody needs the sun to shine
even if they're covered all the time
tiny candle warms your hands
while fire burns in distant lands
spark and then it's gone
moonlight covers different faces
in ancient times and modern places
the man keeps looking on

Tell me where you've been, tell me clock now what's your trouble
Do you make excuses with your hands?
Tell me what you know, if these walls could talk, they wouldn't
But you've been close to me, closer than some things
I've been around a block or two
but you've been hanging, paying dues
so share with me some things your time has seen

Everybody needs some air to breathe
even if they've got noone to leave
wounded hand holds bitter drink
from underneath the kitchen sink
alone on Christmas Eve
wrapped up tight in years of guilt
while baby brother pours the milk
quite the sight to see

Tell me where you've been, tell me clock now what's your trouble
Do you make excuses with your hands?
Tell me what you know, if these walls could talk, they wouldn't
But you've been close to me, closer than some things
I've been around a block or two
but you've been hanging, paying dues
so share with me some things your time has seen.