All the way down, presume that there's no one in
I feel like I'm an old post man,
wondering which name will fit
For the door covers the emptiness
I've got a letter from nowhere to nowhere.
It must be an old poem
So I dig up ground beneath the umbrella
Some wind is gonna find this message
Some margaret will weave the passage
All the way through Now that
I'm watered by the sky
Not by humans quite puzzled
With the bills of forgiveness
And the bills from psychologist
Thanks that I'm just what I am
Too flush to be in here
It's very nice of you, honey
You'll let me fly above my umbrella
Someday, my soul will settle down
Someday, my friends will be on their own
We'll sing along
No mom and no pop, No babies and no dogs,
No news and no wars
No cars and no towers,
No candies and no wines,
No movies, no V.C.R.
No watches no mirrors,
No yourself and myself myself