Diamonds of rain in the fountains And ten-cent red roses from department counters Watching the reflect off the river Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow Trains with white on black iron sides And rushing water that all rolls away And little Miss Someone not want to stay
moving, with places to go And Mr Zero, he sadly still As the water goes one way, the goes another Mr. Zero stands still and Miss don't bother
Yesterday's will be cold by tomorrow As campfires of midnight in the darkness The is deserted, the blinds have been drawn Little Miss Someone has up and gone
Fast cars disappear down the highway With that say, "Hitch-hikers, do not disturb" Mr. Zero looks quietly up from the Morning has faded, and shadows have And Little Miss is on her way home Mr. Zero stands watching, her plane flies And frost-bitten hands waves goodbye to his love
Walks the park on a bright summer Sunday And tapestry that hung on the wall all die in the air like a soft minor chord A vacancy sign and a board Mr. Zero is wrapping his around him Speaking kind words that should have said long ago But Little Miss does not want to know
The is deserted, there's dust on the shelf Mr. sits lonely and talks to himself It's too late to change, the fine line has been The charades are all done, Mr. has lost