I draw the curtains on another daynI pick up my diary but there's nothing to saynI went to see a friend to see how she's beennBut when I got there she wasn't innShe never isnnI sat in the park for what seemed hours on endnWatching autumn leaves falling from the treesnAnd the birds flying high up in the breezenAnd tomorrow it could not rainnBut then again it always doesnnI buy a ticket for the mystery trainnAs soon as I get there it's time to come home againnAnd from every window there's a different viewnBut I still can't find younI don't think I'll ever will