Lyrics:
Four stoic trees spreading over woodsWhite mossy fingers form a leafy hoodTurning the night into some other life, nowRed roofs curve out, make a curious lineFarm houses shout and machinery whinesOut for a stroll with a girl in a hard hatOld wooden horse with a plaster legResting behind the community shedCatching his breath and scratching his anklePost office bell rings at nine-o-fiveSchoolchildren move just like bees in a hiveDarting their eyes and biting their wingsPost office bell rings at three-o-fiveSchoolchildren flee just like bees in a hiveRiding their bicycles onto the sidewalkFour stoic trees spreading over woodsDark mossy fingers form a leafy hoodDarting their eyes and opening their wings