Strange Weather Songtext

Strange weather in Tokyo
If I saw the light, would I know?
She tiptoes to me in her sleeping clothes
A million different people go to work
Strange letters you left to me
Burning in my drawer on the bowery
Letters I cannot bear to read
Far away from me as I can be

Sha-la-la, oh my word
How am I still unsure?
I don't wanna think about you anymore
Two bluebirds in Martha bar
Two shoes on my feet
Oh, to be a stranger on the street

Gray, clever, dirty sheets
West Virginia trees, in my teeth
One more cigarette, in my tea leaves
You predict the future for a fee

Sha-la-la, oh my word
How am I still unsure?
I don't wanna think about you anymore
Two bluebirds in Martha bar
Two shoes on my feet
Oh, to be a stranger on the street
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