| Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains | |
| And ten-cent red roses from department store counters | |
| Watching the moonlight reflect off the river | |
| Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow down | |
| Trains with white letters and black iron sides | |
| And wild rushing water that all rolls away | |
| Little Miss Someone does not want to stay | |
| Everyone's moving with places to go | |
| And Mister Zero, he sadly stands still | |
| As the water goes one way, the train goes another | |
| Mister Zero stands still and Miss Someone don't bother | |
| The present moves out on the sunset's crescendo | |
| As seagulls of dawn set their wings to the air | |
| And fly without resting on outward bound breezes | |
| To die where horizons are melting the dusk | |
| The eyes of the summer are closing forever | |
| The earth takes a breath to prepare for the fall | |
| And Little Miss Someone won't pay for the call | |
| The hand of the autumn undresses the trees | |
| Mister Zero says please, help me up off my knees | |
| Miss Someone is speaking, the world will believe her | |
| Mister Zero just nods and hangs up the receiver | |
| Yesterday's kiss will be cold by tomorrow | |
| As campfires of midnight dissolve in the darkness | |
| The room is deserted, the blinds have been drawn | |
| Little Miss Someone has packed up and gone | |
| Fast moving cars disappear down the highway | |
| With signs that say hitchhikers do not disturb | |
| Mister Zero looks quietly up from the curb | |
| Morning has faded and shadows have grown | |
| Little Miss Someone is on her way home | |
| Mister Zero stands watching, her plane flies above | |
| And with frostbitten hands waves goodbye to his love | |
| Walks through the park on a bright summer Sunday | |
| And tapestry kittens that hung on the wall | |
| They all die in the air like a soft minor chord | |
| A vacancy sign, a bulletin board | |
| Mister Zero is wrapping his jacket around him | |
| Speaking kind words that should have been said long ago | |
| But Little Miss Someone does not want to know | |
| The night is deserted, there's dust on the shelf | |
| Mister Zero sits lonely and talks to himself | |
| But it's too late to change, the fine line has been crossed | |
| The charades are all done, Mister Zero has lost |
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