The quiet one, the one named steven   Listens to the voice of reason   They miss him at the kitchen   Where he's given daily bread      Another one, the one named harry   Vegetable or visionary   Said he had a dream with steven   Flying overhead      He watched him until he lost him in the sun   He must be having some kind of fun      A thousand miles, a world away   A woman starts another day   She drinks her mud and draws a tub   And waits for it to fill      A box arrives with nothing in it   Setting off her head a spin   It goes round and round and round   Until it all begins to spill      Before she knows another day is done   She must be having some kind of fun   And she says, ¡°don't pray for me.¡±