Diamonds of silvery rain in the And ten-cent red roses department store counters Watching the moonlight off the river where the trains cross the bridge and slow down Trains with white letters on black sides And white rushing that all rolls away And little Miss Someone does not to stay
Everyone's moving, places to go And Mr Zero, he sadly stands As the water one way, the train goes another Mr. Zero stands and Miss Someone don't bother
Yesterday's kiss will be cold by As campfires of dissolve in the darkness The is deserted, the blinds have been drawn Miss Someone has packed up and gone
Fast moving cars down the highway signs that say, "Hitch-hikers, do not disturb" Mr. Zero looks quietly up the curb Morning has faded, and shadows grown And Little Someone is on her way home Mr. Zero stands watching, her flies above And frost-bitten hands waves goodbye to his love
Walks the park on a bright summer Sunday And tapestry that hung on the wall They all die in the air like a soft chord A sign and a bulletin board Mr. Zero is his jacket around him kind words that should have been said long ago But Little Miss does not want to know
The night is deserted, dust on the shelf 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