Same Old Man

(альбом: In My Own Time - 1971)

It's the same old lady, hanging out the wash
Standing in the rain, in her mackintosh
Same old lady standing in the rain
And I thought New York was going insane

Hey little leaf, laying on the ground
Now you're turning slightly brown
Why don't you get up on the tree
Turn the color green the way you oughta be

My mind is fading, my body grows weak
Lips won't form the words I speak
I'm floating away on a barrel of pain
New York City won't see me again

Same old man, sitting at the mill
Mill-wheel turning of its own free will
I'm certainly glad to be at home
New York City continues all alone