[00:01.58]It's the same old lady, putting out the wash,
[00:09.52]Standing in the rain, in her mackintosh,
[00:16.46]Same old lady standing in the rain
[00:21.99]The thought of New York was going insane
[00:31.72]Hey little leaf lying on the ground
[00:38.17]Now you're turning slightly brown
[00:44.90]Why don't you get up on the tree
[00:49.02]Turn the color green the way you ought to be
[00:58.23]My mind is failing and my body grows weak
[01:05.20]My lips won't form the words I speak
[01:10.99]I'm floating away on a barrel of pain
[01:17.40]New York City won't see me again
[01:26.12]It's the same old man, sitting by the mill
[01:33.40]Mill-wheel turning of its own free will
[01:40.05]I'm certainly glad to be at home
[01:45.76]New York City continues on alone
[01:54.95]I'm certainly glad to be at home
[02:00.39]New York City continues on alone
[02:06.65]New York City continues on alone
[02:12.32]New York City continues