Little Kids

Little kids playing in the park downtown
Someone’s dad’s watching from the side of the ground
I’m following my shadow, so I cross the street
Car passing, stereo, I like the beat

Open up the door, turning on the fan
dropping down the keys that I held in my hand

And then start waiting for her steps to be heard on the staircase
enter the room and let down her bag
asking me all kinds of trivial questions,

pretending an everyday life we don’t have(x3)

Little kids playing in the park downtown
soon they’ll be all gone as the sun goes down(x2)

And rises over Brooklyn bridge tomorrow
hours later, I will follow
wake up to a life that’s hollow

Without love(x3)