I was daily growing    Dressed in red from head to toe    You were all the thought I was knowing       And the sun gave shine, no care the season    While I learned my one, two, three's and    You fell in to teach me treason       And now I spend my each day busy    Jumping on the monkey show    Jumping on the monkey show    Searching for a face I know       And I just walk for hours down the red-brick march of market street    Of market street    I spend my each days in repeat       And lady, she's all right with me    Done borrowed all my empathy    Now you know she got the best of me    'Cause she's not lying next to me       And all things fine, sweet day beginning    I got up and fell right in    Climbed up to where you was living       And you stood in the backdoor yawning    And I caught where you turns me on       You're the reason I wake each morning       And sunshine plays the puddles through the mornings evenings afternoons    Mornings evenings afternoons    I count my thoughts with coffee-spoons       And something reeks of heave 'neath the highway where the hobos sleep    Where the hobos sleep    And laugh about the pains I keep       And lady, she's a friend of mine    'Cause I know how to take my time    But I can't say that without lyin'    So I'll try not to try next time