When I was a child you showed me your face
You were my friend and I think you still are
We played on a planet of everything new
I had no name them and neither did you.
But then I heard voices, that spoke in my ear
They told me a name and they said it was mine
Now you are a person with business to do
And we'll pay you with pleasure and idle time leisure
And fill up your days, til the light disappears
Said the hundreds of voices that spoke in my ears.
And as they were speaking you dwindled away
Like a shadow that's lost at the end of the day
And all that was left as the rubble and clay
0f the city allotment we played in.
Now I seek you in others, I seek you in eyes
I seek you in fool and I seek you in wise,
But all that I find are reflections of me
And those are the last things I'm wanting.
I open the door but the street's full of noise
Of trumpets and thump-its and grown-uppy toys
I'd throw'em all out but they make such a din
As they shout on the doorstep and try to get in.
Today and today, I'll leave them behind
And come out to find you in country and mind.
There's rain on the footpath and sun in the sky
And I'm thinking, thinking of nothing,
Thinking of nothing but you