Diamonds of silvery in the fountains And ten-cent red roses from department counters the moonlight reflect off the river Beside where the trains cross the and slow down Trains white letters on black iron sides And white water that all rolls away And little Miss Someone does not want to
Everyone's moving, places to go And Mr Zero, he sadly still As the water goes one way, the train another Mr. stands still and Miss Someone don't bother
Yesterday's will be cold by tomorrow As campfires of midnight in the darkness The is deserted, the blinds have been drawn Little Miss Someone has up and gone
moving cars disappear down the highway With signs say, "Hitch-hikers, do not disturb" Mr. Zero quietly up from the curb Morning has faded, and shadows have And Little Someone is on her way home Mr. Zero stands watching, her flies above And with frost-bitten waves goodbye to his love
through the park on a bright summer Sunday And tapestry kittens that hung on the They all die in the air like a soft chord A vacancy sign and a bulletin Mr. is wrapping his jacket around him Speaking kind words that should have been said ago But Miss Someone does not want to know
The night is deserted, there's dust on the Mr. Zero sits lonely and talks to It's too late to change, the fine has been crossed The charades are all done, Mr. has lost