Monday's cool but Tuesday's slow But sunshine follows everywhere I go The dead streets and the signs Well none of them are mine I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight And somehow in this dream I'm getting tired The forest seems to breathe There's something in the trees The forest seems to breathe There's something in the trees I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight And somehow in this dream I'm getting tired The dead streets and the signs Well none of them are mine The dead streets and the signs Well none of them are mine I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight It's raining in my house but outside's dry The forest seems to breathe There's something in the trees The forest seems to breathe There’s something in the trees
Monday's cool but Tuesday's slow But sunshine follows everywhere I go The dead streets and the signs Well none of them are mine I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight And somehow in this dream I'm getting tired The forest seems to breathe There's something in the trees The forest seems to breathe There's something in the trees I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight And somehow in this dream I'm getting tired The dead streets and the signs Well none of them are mine The dead streets and the signs Well none of them are mine I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight I'm walking in Retiro Park tonight It's raining in my house but outside's dry The forest seems to breathe There's something in the trees The forest seems to breathe There’s something in the trees
