If you don’t like the sunshine.

Then you gonna love it here.

You don’t like those smiley ways?

Then you’ve arrived I fear…

Steeped here in old traditions.

Like fine wine or brewed tea.

You pretend that you don’t hear.

It’s like, no never mind to me.

We’ve seen your kind come and go.

Like mostly you just leave.

Wear your emotions we don’t care.

Was that something on your sleeve?

We sure are gonna miss you.

But we will never speak your name.

Said he doesn’t like the sunshine.

I don’t think he loves the rain.

Steeped here in old traditions.

Like brewed tea or fine wine.

You pretend that you don’t hear.

It’s like to me, no never mind…