Down this street
I ride a green bus
Early, deep into town
If I could speak, if I could be
As I would like to be now-

And what could I bring you
Today in the meantime?
Fruit from the sunlight
Quartz from the bay?
And where will I find this
Perfect and wondrous?
I look into shops
I slip into rain
Slip into rain

Leaves on leaves
I walk through deeply
Gold, green, gold
For my friend
I cannot find a thing
Beautiful enough for you
Again

And what could I bring you
Now in the meantime?
Fruit from the sunlight
Quartz from the bay?
And where will I find this
Perfect and wondrous?
I look into shops
I slip into rain
Slip into rain