everybody s talkin

Ray Conniff

Everybody's talking at me, I don't hear a word they're saying, only the echoes of my mind
People stop in staring, I can't see their faces, only the shadows of their eyes
I'm going where the sun keeps shining through the pouring rain, going where the weather suits my clothes
Backing off of the North East wind, sailing on summer breeze, skipping over the ocean like a storm
I'm going where the sun keeps shining through the pouring rain, going where the weather suits my clothes
Backing off of the North East wind, sailing on summer breeze, skipping over the ocean like a storm, everybodyââ?¬â?¢s talkinââ?¬â?¢ at me

(Do filme Midnight Cowboy)