Diamonds are for the ladies.
Rain is for the men.
The windows are for knowing
so I sit by mine and watch them.
I see mothers holding babies,
babies holding on.
A young man in a parking lot
is leaning into an old man’s song.
-CHORUS
It’s a slow song.
A lullaby.
As these people roll on by…
I can smell their chocolate,
the flowers in their rooms.
The whole morning town
is wearing a coffee perfume.
And a sharp brown suit.
And a bright blue dress.
I sing too,
but I must confess…
–
Evening comes with autumn.
Winter comes it knows.
Spring comes and wiggles.
Summer comes and goes.
And they’re crying at the funerals.
They’re laughing at the rest.
I hear it all at once
and from here it sounds like it’s….