Promising Grey Day - Vonda Shepard

Eighteen and flying

Like every great American

Slept until sundown

And baby your were wild enough fro me

Rolled the night over

In my '72 Nova

Mexican rain on my

Tijuana vinyl beer stain

Watching the sunrise

Lightening in your lazy eyes

And all this time you never let me down

I had a dream

That made me move to New York City

'Cause I wasn’t about to

About to let this magic slip away

But he did anyway

He was kind of illusive that way

Like clouds on a promising grey day

The beauty of my life

A moment that’s long gone

But so much a part of me

Oh, how I wish it weren’t history

I wish it were my future

Rolling, rolling my way

Like clouds on a promising grey day