[00:22.85]It's the same old lady, hanging out her wash
[00:28.34]Standing in the rain, wearing a mackintosh
[00:32.33]Same old lady standing in the rain
[00:35.83]Even the thought of New York was going insane
[00:39.63]
[00:53.05]Hey little leaf, lying on the ground
[00:56.67]
[00:57.73]Now you're turning slightly brown
[01:00.92]
[01:01.48]Why don't you get up on the tree
[01:04.98]Turn the color green the way you ought to be
[01:09.34]
[01:23.76]My mind is failing and my body grows weak
[01:27.36]
[01:29.05]My lips won't form the words I speak
[01:32.54]I'm floating away on a barrel of pain
[01:36.54]New York City won't see me again
[01:39.66]
[01:55.77]The same old man, sitting at the mill
[01:59.53]
[02:00.66]The mill turns around of its own free will
[02:04.27]I'm certainly glad to be home
[02:08.04]New York City will continue on alone