Same Old Man

[Verse 1]
It's the same old man sittin' at the mill
The mill turns around of its own free will
Yes I'm certainly glad to be home
New York City will continue on along

[Verse 2]
My mind is failing and my body grows weak
My lips don't form the words as they speak
I'm fluting away on a boat full of pain
You'll hear my sad cry but never see me again

[Verse 3]
It's the same old lady hanging out to wash
Now she's wearing a macintosh
She was hanging out to wash in the middle of the rain
Thought New York was gone insane

[Verse 4]
Hey little leaf lying on the ground
Now you're turning slightly brown
Why don't you hop back up on your tree
Turn to colour green the way it ought to be

[Verse 5]
It's the same old man sittin' at the mill
The mill turns around of its own free will
One hand in the hopper and the other in the sack
Gents come forward and the ladies fall back