(April) Spring, Summer and Wednesdays (Hammersmith Apollo, London 15th March 2013) - Status Quo

I can’t leave, but I won’t stay here

If I stay, I still won’t be here

I am the grass upon which she lays

April spring summer and Wednesdays

I am the hand which feeds her always

Iam the bed upon which she plays

Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah

I can’t leave, but I won’t stay here

If I stay, I still won’t be here

I am the feathers in her pillow

Anywhere I hide, she knows, I know

I am the sunshine through her window

Anywhere I go, she goes, we go

Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah

I can’t leave, but I won’t stay here

If I stay, I still won’t be here

I am the grass upon which she lays

April spring summer and Wednesdays

I am the hand which feeds her always

Iam the bed upon which she plays

Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah

Nah, na na nah, na na nah