Lyrics

Out of tune

Verse 1:
once we were swimming
on a Sunday afternoon
and once we were talking
sure not always in tune

Verse 2:
now you’re in the papers
right on the top
a good horse in the stable
if that train ever stops

Chorus:
I’m coming down I’m coming down like a feather
I’m coming down I’m coming down to see
maybe you were badly hurt by my weather
it doesn’t matter to me

Verse 3:
once we were burning
for all the good things here on earth
and once we were fighting against
discrimination by birth

Verse 4:
now you’re a cut above me
drinking only the best of wine
you would sell the right of talking free
for a dime