Little Kids

Little kids playing in the park downtown Someone's dad is watching From the side of the ground I'm following my shadow, so I cross the street Car passing stereo, I like the beat Open up the door, turning on the fan Dropping down the keys that I held in my hand Then start waiting for her steps To be heard in the staircase Enter the room and let down her bag Asking me all kinds of trivial questions Pretending an everyday life we don't have Pretending an everyday life we don't have Pretending an everyday life we don't have Little kids playing in the park downtown Soon, they'll be all gone as the sun goes down Little kids playing in the park downtown Soon they'll be all gone as the sun goes down And rises over, Brooklyn Bridge tomorrow Hours later, I will follow Wake up to a life that's hollow without love Without love Without love