Thirty three Speak to me in a language I can hear Humour me before I have to go Deep in thought I forgive everyone As the cluttered streets greet me once again I know I can&rsquo;t be late Supper&rsquo;s waiting on the table Tomorrow&rsquo;s just an

Thirty three Speak to me in a language I can hear Humour me before I have to go Deep in thought I forgive everyone As the cluttered streets greet me once again I know I can’t be late Supper’s waiting on the table Tomorrow’s just an