Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields. In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-on-one.
Oh people, look around you. The signs are everywhere. You've left it for somebody other than you. To be the one to care. You're lost inside your houses.
All the streets are filled with laughter and light. And the music of the season. And the merchant's windows are all bright. With the faces of the children.