Lyrics:

Quiet little boy, your hand in her pocket, There's no reason for the sun today, All is quiet and I still can remember Are we going home After all of the set ups and let downs After all of the cities in bags Will we ever drink milk from a fountain Will we ever be there Hey hey, I don't mind, I don't need much at all I believe that she's out wearing Hit Parade I believe that she's out of her mind Try and picture your hand on her trigger Try and picture the gun Time is wasting, she answers quite truly, Time is turning, the undertow's strong, Please believe me, I'm telling a tall tale Dream weaver comes clean Hey hey, I don't mind, I don't need much at all Everybody had a great bit of funnies Everybody will beg her to stay Eyes return her to dreams of the union Her eyes turn to me After all of your set ups and let downs After all of your cities in bags Will we ever drink milk from a fountain Will she ever feel I will never bow to the ages I will never let down my guard Ask for nothing, and you get what you pay for I've got pride instead Hey hey, I don't mind, I don't need much at all