Moody Blues

Isn't life strange, a turn of the page? Can read like before, can we ask for more? Each day passes by, how hard man will try The sea will not wait; You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry Wished I could be …

Tuesday, afternoon I'm just beginning to see, Now I'm on my way It doesn't matter to me, Chasing the clouds away Something, calls to me The trees are calling me near, I've got to find out why Those gentle voices I hear, Explain it all …