Sitting softly, sitting pretty in the city
Fifty horses riding swiftly make a living
Watching people watching people sit in silence
We are organized so neatly aren't we all?
Whats the time?
Won't you tell me please my darling divine?
Hear the people ask a question, give an answer
Fallen leaves arrive like dancers on the floor
Colors changing, rearranging, pull a fast one
It turns green before we've had a chance to run