There's an old man sat by a window   Waiting for his wife to return from the car with the keys and the money      There's a girl trapped in sweet conversation    The type that leads to nothing but trouble      And they're all washed in whites and greens,    Blues and yellows.   And they all dance back and forth, back and forth like mice      There's a couple sat by a window,    Hand in hand   So still...   Since the wife got bakc from the car with the money      And we're all washed in whites and greens,   Blues and yellows   And we all dance back and forth, back and forth like mice      Another five years of this and I'd go mad   Treading in the same old worn out circles      Another five days of this and I'd go mad   Treading in the same old worn out circles