Diamonds of silvery in the fountains And ten-cent red roses from store counters Watching the moonlight off the river Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow Trains white letters on black iron sides And white rushing water that all away And Miss Someone does not want to stay
moving, with places to go And Mr Zero, he stands still As the water goes one way, the train another Mr. stands still and Miss Someone don't bother
Yesterday's kiss will be by tomorrow As campfires of dissolve in the darkness The room is deserted, the have been drawn Little Miss Someone has up and gone
Fast moving cars disappear down the signs that say, "Hitch-hikers, do not disturb" Mr. Zero quietly up from the curb Morning has faded, and have grown And Little Miss is on her way home Mr. Zero stands watching, her plane flies And with frost-bitten hands goodbye to his love
Walks through the park on a bright Sunday And tapestry kittens hung on the wall They all die in the air like a minor chord A vacancy sign and a bulletin Mr. Zero is wrapping his around him Speaking kind words that should have been long ago But Little Someone does not want to know
The night is deserted, there's dust on the Mr. Zero sits and talks to himself It's too late to change, the fine line has been The are all done, Mr. Zero has lost