Diary Of A Young Man

I draw the curtains on another day I pick up my diary but there's nothing to say I went to see a friend to see how she's been But when I got there she wasn't in She never is I sat in the park for what seemed hours on end Watching autumn leaves falling from the trees And the birds flying high up in the breeze And tomorrow it could not rain But then again it always does I buy a ticket for the mistery train As soon as I get there it's time to come home again And from every window there's a different view But I still can't find you I don't think I'll ever will