Diamonds of rain in the fountains And red roses from department store counters Watching the moonlight off the river Beside where the cross the bridge and slow down with white letters on black iron sides And white rushing water that all rolls And little Miss Someone does not want to
Everyone's moving, places to go And Mr Zero, he stands still As the water one way, the train goes another Mr. Zero stands still and Miss Someone don't
Yesterday's kiss be cold by tomorrow As of midnight dissolve in the darkness The room is deserted, the have been drawn Miss Someone has packed up and gone
Fast cars disappear down the highway signs that say, "Hitch-hikers, do not disturb" Mr. Zero looks quietly up from the Morning has faded, and shadows have And Little Someone is on her way home Mr. stands watching, her plane flies above And with hands waves goodbye to his love
Walks through the on a bright summer Sunday And tapestry that hung on the wall They all die in the air a soft minor chord A vacancy and a bulletin board Mr. Zero is his jacket around him Speaking kind words that should been said long ago But Miss Someone does not want to know
The night is deserted, dust on the shelf Mr. sits lonely and talks to himself It's too late to change, the fine line has been The are all done, Mr. Zero has lost