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