I wish I had a blue shed
With nobody in it
I wish I had a closed door
Only me behind it
Oh, but all this wishing...
I might be sorry
Oh, it could be
the end of me...
I might emerge to a sunny day,
With everybody gone away,
Into his own blue shed
And behind her own closed door
Oh, with all this wishing...
I might be sorry
Oh, it could be
the end of me...