Diamonds of silvery rain in the And ten-cent red roses from department counters Watching the reflect off the river Beside where the trains cross the bridge and down Trains with white letters on black sides And white water that all rolls away And little Miss Someone does not to stay
Everyone's moving, places to go And Mr Zero, he stands still As the goes one way, the train goes another Mr. Zero stands still and Someone don't bother
Yesterday's kiss be cold by tomorrow As campfires of midnight dissolve in the The room is deserted, the have been drawn Little Miss Someone has packed up and
moving cars disappear down the highway With signs say, "Hitch-hikers, do not disturb" Mr. Zero looks quietly up the curb Morning has faded, and have grown And Little Miss Someone is on her way Mr. stands watching, her plane flies above And with frost-bitten hands waves to his love
Walks the park on a bright summer Sunday And tapestry kittens that on the wall They all die in the air a soft minor chord A vacancy and a bulletin board Mr. Zero is wrapping his around him Speaking kind words that should been said long ago But Little Miss Someone does not to know
The night is deserted, dust on the shelf Mr. sits lonely and talks to himself It's too to change, the fine line has been crossed The charades are all done, Mr. Zero has