The Grays of the Day

The Grays of the Day are Bittersweet. My mind rides the tides of time. The Grays of the day are bittersweet. I can't get her out of my mind. I can't get her out of my mind. Come to me, where are you now. Come to me, where are you now. Raindrops pound the noisy street, the smell of the earth and the rising heat. Where are you now. The grays of the day are bittersweet. My mind rides the tides of time. The grays of the day are bittersweet. I can't get her out of my mind.