I'LL TRY FOR THE SUN.

We stood in the windy city
The Gypsy boy and I
We hung on the breeze in the midnight
With raindrops and tears in our eyes

Chorus:
And who's going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done
I dare a man to say I'm to young
For I'm going to try for the sun

We huddled in a derelect building
And when he thought I was asleep
He laid his poor coat around my shoulders
And shivered there beside me in a heap

We sang and cracked the sky with laughter
Our breath turned to mist in the cold
Our years put together counted thirty
But our eyes told the dawn that we were old

Mirror, mirror hanging in the sky
Won't you look down on what's happening below
I stand here just singing to the flowers
So very few people really know