It's the smell of hot summertime trash   It's the city noise of a busy street   It's a train derailed and two car head-on freeway crash each time we meet   "And if it comes as some sort of surprise," she said   "That I seem so composed   I've kept this moment closer to my eyes," she said   "Than the glasses resting on the edge of my nose"      Shadow am I!   A question of a person, no said reply   Wolf am I!   And shadow cast on the sheep as I pass by   Shadow am I, or like a   Wearing-black-socks-and-white-woolen-locks   Wolf am I, and shadow      She was graceful and green as a stem   But I walk heavy on delicate ground   (Oh, there I go, showing off again   Self-impressed by how well I can put myself down!   And there I go again, to the next further removed level   Of that same exact feigned humility!)      (And this for me goes on and on to the point of nausea)      Shadow am I!   Like a suspicion that's never confirmed   But it's never denied   Wolf am I!   (No, "shadow" I think is better   As I'm not something    More like the absence of something)   So shadow am I!   The whole material world seems to me    Like a newspaper headline   It explicitly demands your attention   And it may even contain some truth   But what's really going on here?      One day the water's going to wash it away   One day the water's going to wash it away   One day the water's going to wash it away   And on that day      One day the water's going to wash it away   One day the water's going to wash it away   One day the water's going to wash it away   Nothing clever to say   One day   Nothing else to say