Some Kind Of Fun

	The quiet one, the one named
	Steven Listens to the voice of reason
	They miss him at the kitchen
	Where he’s given daily bread
	Another one, the one named
	Harry Vegetable or visionary
	Said he had a dream with
	Steven Flying overhead
	He watched him until he lost him in the sun
	He must be having some kind of fun
	A thousand miles, a world away
	A woman starts another day
	She drinks her mud and draws a tub
	And waits for it to fill
	A box arrives with nothing in it
	Setting off her head a spin
	It goes round and round and round
	Until it all begins to spill
	Before she knows another day is done
	She must be having some kind of fun
	And she says, “
	Don’t pray for me.”

	The quiet one, the one named
	Steven Listens to the voice of reason
	They miss him at the kitchen
	Where he' s given daily bread
	Another one, the one named
	Harry Vegetable or visionary
	Said he had a dream with
	Steven Flying overhead
	He watched him until he lost him in the sun
	He must be having some kind of fun
	A thousand miles, a world away
	A woman starts another day
	She drinks her mud and draws a tub
	And waits for it to fill
	A box arrives with nothing in it
	Setting off her head a spin
	It goes round and round and round
	Until it all begins to spill
	Before she knows another day is done
	She must be having some kind of fun
	And she says, "
	Don' t pray for me."