JERSEY ON

The silence of the afternoon
suburbia a white cocoon
I smell the air, itīs blowimg thin,
it covers me like skin,
so I put another Jersey on...

Memories make goose-bump tracks
Winter sun shines on my back
I hate the past thatīs long since gone
I hate it cause it`s gone
(and I put another jersey on)

I donīt pretend to understand
how so much time passed through my hands
how so much changed to nothing new
How much I miss you...
(as I put another jersey on)

Words & Music: Herbie Parkin

Copyright 1992 Room Service Music
Used by kind permission