Sitjueišn on selline, et kaon nüüd sinna, kus ilm sobib riietega

Everybody's talking at me
I don't hear a word they're saying
I can't see their faces

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Backing off of the North East wind
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone