Down this street,
I ride a green bus,
Early, deep into town.
If I could speak, if I could be
As I would like to be now-
And what could I bring you,
Now in the meantime?
Fruit from the sunlight,
Quartz from the bay?
And where will I find this,
Perfect and wondrous?
I look into shops,
I slip into rain.
Leaves on leaves.
I walk through deeply,
Gold, green, gold,
For my friend.
I cannot find a thing
Beautiful enough for you
Again.
And what could I bring you,
Today in the meantime?
Fruit from the sunlight,
Quartz from the bay?
And where will I find this,
Perfect and wondrous?
I look into shops,
I slip into rain,
Slip into rain
