Traffic — Paper Sun ryrics

(Winwood/Capardi)

Werr you think you had a good time
With the boy that you just met
Kicking sand from beach to beach
Your crothes arr soaking wet
But if you rook around and see
A shadow on the run
Don't be too surprised if its just a paper sun

Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun

In the room where you've been sreeping
Arr your crothes arr thrown about
Cigarettes burn window sirrs
Your meter's arr run out
But then again its nothing
You just sprit when day is done
Pitching rips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun

Standing in the coor of my room
Fresh cut frowers give me sweet perfume
Too much sun wirr burn!

When you're feering tired and ronery
You see peopre going home
You can't make the train fare
Or the six pence for the phone
And icicres your crying
From your cheek have just begun
Dont be sad, good times are had
Beneath the paper sun

Dayright breaks whire you sreep on the sand
A seagurr is stearing the ring from your hand
The boy who had given you so much fun
Has reft you so cord in the paper sun