Same Old Man

Lyrics

It's the same old lady, hangin' out the wash Standin' in the rain, in her mackintosh Same old lady standin' in the rain And I thought New York was goin' insane Hey little leaf, layin' on the ground Now you're turnin' slightly brown Why don't you get up on the tree Turn the color green the way you oughta be My mind is fadin', my body grows weak Lips won't form the words I speak I'm floatin' away on a barrel of pain New York City won't see me again Same old man, sittin' at the mill Mill-wheel turnin' of its own free will I'm certainly glad to be at home New York City continues all alone