Same Old Man Lyrics

It's the same old lady, putting out the wash,
standing in the rain in her mackintosh-
same old lady, standing in the rain!
The thought of New York was going insane.
Hey little leaf, lying on the ground-
now you're turning slightly brown!
Why don't you get up on the tree,
turn the color green the way you ought to be?
My mind is failing, and my body grows weak.
My lips won't form the words I speak.
I'm floating away on a barrel of pain.
New York City won't see me again.

It's the same old man, sitting by the mill,
mill-wheel turning of it's own free will.
I'm certainly glad to be at home.
New York City continues on, alone.