To Let - Xavier Rudd

The sun is peaking

The sun is peering across the bay

I am walking

Sucking stale air on this fine day

Lady squeaking

Lady she shuffles ten feet in front

Her pants are squeaking

Her pants are squeaking as she does

I’ll sit him down

I’ll sit him down

The sun is peering across the bay

I am walking

Sucking stale air on this fine day

I’ll sit him down

I’ll sit him down

Would you let me know

Would you let me go

Would you let me know

Would you let me go

Here don’t fly away now

Would you let me know

Would you let me go

Would you let me know

Would you let me go

Here don’t fly away now