The quiet one, the one named steven

Listens to the voice of reason

They miss him at the kitchen

Where he's given daily bread



Another one, the one named harry

Vegetable or visionary

Said he had a dream with steven

Flying overhead



He watched him until he lost him in the sun

He must be having some kind of fun



A thousand miles, a world away

A woman starts another day

She drinks her mud and draws a tub

And waits for it to fill



A box arrives with nothing in it

Setting off her head a spin

It goes round and round and round

Until it all begins to spill



Before she knows another day is done

She must be having some kind of fun

And she says, don't pray for me.