It's going to take a little time
While you're waiting like a factory line,
I'll ride across the park
Backseat on the 79,
Wasted days you've come to pass.
So go, I know you would not stay,
It wasn't true, but anyway,
Pollination yellow cab.
You walk up the stairs,
See the French kids by the door,
Up one more flight,
See the Buddha on the second floor,
Combination rickshaw grab.
So go, I know you would not stay,
It wasn't true, but anyway,
Racist dreams you should not have.
No excuse to be so callous,
Dress yourself in bleeding madras,
Charm your way across the Khyber pass.
Stay awake to break the habit,
Sing in praise of Jackson Crowther,
Watch your step along the arch of glass.