Better Things Lyrics by Ray Davies
Here’s wishing you the bluest sky
And hoping something better comes tomorrow
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Here’s wishing you the bluest sky
And hoping something better comes tomorrow
Dear sir or madam, I don’t normally write to the press
But the neighborhood where I grew up is really quite depressed
Mr. Jones, my next door neighbour
I feel I’ve known you all my life
The natives are getting restless in the tropical heat
Work is scarce and children play while the dogs fight in the street
I was walking on the coast road
When the harbor came in view