on the park bench in the cold i told you so it s lovely when you go out now even if you were 21 you need to see the sun you can t live within yourself on the station in the snow and on the streets you row in the boat made of your dreams it seems concrete clouds go by splash water in my eye trees will seize me what you gonna do there only in my head go to bed my mother said she s not the way to go on now ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh