Lyrics:
I was daily growingDressed in red from head to toeYou were all the thought I was knowingAnd the sun gave shine, no care the seasonWhile I learned my one, two, three's andYou fell in to teach me treasonAnd now I spend my each day busyJumping on the monkey showJumping on the monkey showSearching for a face I knowAnd I just walk for hours down the red-brick march of market streetOf market streetI spend my each days in repeatAnd lady, she's all right with meDone borrowed all my empathyNow you know she got the best of me'Cause she's not lying next to meAnd all things fine, sweet day beginningI got up and fell right inClimbed up to where you was livingAnd you stood in the backdoor yawningAnd I caught where you turns me onYou're the reason I wake each morningAnd sunshine plays the puddles through the mornings evenings afternoonsMornings evenings afternoonsI count my thoughts with coffee-spoonsAnd something reeks of heave 'neath the highway where the hobos sleepWhere the hobos sleepAnd laugh about the pains I keepAnd lady, she's a friend of mine'Cause I know how to take my timeBut I can't say that without lyin'So I'll try not to try next time