Walking slow
With nowhere to go
And nothing to do
Hi, How are you?
How do you do?
I'm fine thank you.
No one knows
Where my mind goes
No, not even you.
Wine, would you like?
Red, perhaps white?
I knew you might
Walking slow with nowhere to go
And not one thing to do
So ill find a grassy bed
To rest my head
Will you be my best friend?
Waking up, grass is longer now
It must be late afternoon
So ill lay and dream of you
How the leaves fall for you too