Newspaper face against the ground

Phantom bus pass through violet town

On its way through the yellow fields

Past the graying fences

When I'm here I have this feeling

I don't want to know

Inviolate town

Big trees throw shade that falls around

The empty streets of violet town

Gardeners the houses stand

And eyes in windows, strange...

Big truth progresses never to be found

I walk the corners straight to violet town

And I tell you sometimes when we're old

Of the useless boy and his dream