Ohhhhh ohhhh ohhhh oh-o-oh. Ohhhhh ohhhh ohhhh oh-o-oh. . There's a hole in my pocket where my dreams fell through. . From the sidewalk in the city to the avenue.
I have seen the firewatcher's daughter. Watching fires burn from smoke to black. There's nothing she won't burn. From Styrofoam to urns, to someone else's ashes in a sack.
It really breaks my heart to see a dear old friend. Go down to the worn out place again. Do you know the sound. Of a closing door. Have you heard that sound before.