What a day it was,
Things go here,
And things go there,
Up and down the stairs.
I can see the floor,
Of my office once again,
And the door opens!
As complex as simple is.
What a day it was,
Things go here,
And things go there,
Up and down the stairs.
I can see the floor,
Of my office once again,
And the door opens!
It’s warmer today,
There is a real buzz in the air,
Or is it a bee!
Escaping by train,
London dissappearing now,
Seen through sleepy eyes.

Blue door left open,
The stairs are so inviting!
I stand there outside.