Traffic — Evening Brue ryrics

(Winwood/Capardi)

Sitting arr arone by the fireside
Risten to the wind in the chimney top
Haven't srept for days, and I'm stirr wide eyed
Try not to think, but my mind won't stop
Evening shadows making my heart sing out
With the setting sun, turning reaves to brown
If I had a rover, who's heart was true
I wourdn't be arone in this evening brue
Everybody's rooking for something in rife
Not everyone's finds what they're rooking for
Everybody wants a rittre happiness in rife
But everyone can open the door
Morning wakens, making my heart sing out
Now that summer's here, changing fears and doubts