Quiet little boy, your hand in her pocket,   There's no reason for the sun today,   All is quiet and I still can remember   Are we going home   After all of the set ups and let downs   After all of the cities in bags   Will we ever drink milk from a fountain   Will we ever be there   Hey hey, I don't mind, I don't need much at all   I believe that she's out wearing Hit Parade   I believe that she's out of her mind   Try and picture your hand on her trigger   Try and picture the gun   Time is wasting, she answers quite truly,   Time is turning, the undertow's strong,   Please believe me, I'm telling a tall tale   Dream weaver comes clean   Hey hey, I don't mind, I don't need much at all   Everybody had a great bit of funnies   Everybody will beg her to stay   Eyes return her to dreams of the union   Her eyes turn to me   After all of your set ups and let downs   After all of your cities in bags   Will we ever drink milk from a fountain   Will she ever feel   I will never bow to the ages   I will never let down my guard   Ask for nothing, and you get what you pay for   I've got pride instead   Hey hey, I don't mind, I don't need much at all