Farewell

(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) Looking at the world around, For the very first time. Never seen it all before, Hope it's not all mine. On Monday morning all alone, I woke within my house of stone. I ventured forth unto the day, These things I saw upon my way. Trees and flowers were wrapped around, With people's castoffs on the ground. Roads and noise of gla*s and steel, And people snared within the wheel. Tuesday looked into the sky, Where birds in peace were left to fly. Thunder rolled and lightning flashed, I watched the world as people dashed. Friday's sadness began to creep, Upon me like the deepest sleep. It seemed that only I could see, Just what my world would finally be. On Sunday back inside my room, I draw the blinds, 'tis afternoon. I let my mind find its own ways, Farewell to future days.