were down by the pond
Looking for something
to plant in the lawn.
Out in the fields they
were turning the soil
I’m sitting here hoping
this water will boil
When I look through the windows
and out on the road
They’re bringing me presents
and saying hello.
Singing words, words
between the lines of age.
Words, words
between the lines of age.
If I was a junkman
selling you cars,
Washing your windows
and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind
was my own in a dream
What would you wonder
and how would it seem?
Living in castles
a bit at a time
The King started laughing
and talking in rhyme.
Singing words, words
between the lines of age.
Words, words
between the lines of age.
