Hear my words, in spring and fall
Hear who's left if none at all
but a little dried-up sapling

The window broke on our watch
but the gold-rim had its touch
Even though your eyes were acting

I shudder now to think of when
I'll see your wretched face again
Do you feel the concrete cracking?

There isn't much left of me here
Well, except those shoes you wear
That clueless smile is hardly matching

Hear my words, there on your beds
Hear the voice inside your heads
That voice, the one that's silent

You know that I still pave your road
Those of you, with feet of gold
When they broke, did you get violent?

No, I'm certain you will shrug
Until the day you'll hear some thug
ask you if you feel enlightened

Oh, the plan was very crude
But do you get what I allude?
It was not completely mindless

Hear my words, those deaf and dumb
Hear now your only rule of thumb
Roll down the hill of least resistance

I feel like my days have run from me
But I know you'll keep me company
Well, if any damned soul listens

My, your clock is running late
But I have got a half-turned eight
She'll stay around without insistence

But look how words escape me now
And wipe away that puzzled brow
You'll do without my sharp-pitched whistlings