The hoot of an owl in the sky. Sad though his song, no bluer was he than I. The moon went down, stars were gone. But the sun didn’t rise with the dawn. There wasn’t a thing left to say, the night we called it a day…
The hoot of an owl in the sky. Sad though his song, no bluer was he than I. The moon went down, stars were gone. But the sun didn’t rise with the dawn. There wasn’t a thing left to say, the night we called it a day…