Two Weeks In Another Town

All the houses look the same to me Dogs bark in the driveways There's the garden I've seen before Bright porch, dark doorway Two weeks in another town Wake me up when it's over, again Night turns into morning A walk in the spring rain Climbing up to the attic Smell the dust and the sunshine, again You just said a mouthful You can't take it with you, you know All the houses look the same to me Dogs bark in the driveways There's the garden I've seen before Bright porch, dark doorway Two weeks in another town Wake me up when it's over, again Night turns into morning A walk in the spring rain Climbing up to the attic Smell the dust and the sunshine, again You just said a mouthful You can't take it with you, you know

Dos semanas en otro pueblo

Todas las casas me parecen igual Los perros ladran en estacionamientos Hay un jardín que he visto antes Porche blanco, puerta negra Dos semanas en otra ciudad Me despiertan cuando se acaba, de nuevo La noche se hace mañana Una caminata en la lluvia de la primavera Escalando al atico Hule el polvo y la luz del sol de nuevo Tu solo dijiste un bocado No puedes tomarlo contigo, tu sabes