Mr. Zero

(Bob Lind)

Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains

And ten-cent red roses from department store counters

Watching the moonlight reflect off the river

Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow down

Trains with white letters on black iron sides

And white rushing water that all rolls away

And Little Miss Someone does not want to stay

Everyone's moving, with places to go

And Mr Zero, he sadly stands still

As the water goes one way, the train goes another

Mr Zero stands still and Miss Someone don't bother

Yesterday's kiss will be cold by tomorrow

As campfires of midnight dissolve in the darkness

The room is deserted, the blinds have been drawn

Little Miss Someone has packed up and gone

Fast moving cars disappear down the highway

With signs that say "hitch-hikers: do not disturb"

Mr Zero looks quietly up from the curb

Morning has faded, and shadows have grown

And Little Miss Someone is on her way home

Mr Zero stands watching, her plane flies above

And with frost-bitten hands waves goodbye to his love

Walks through the park on a bright summer Sunday

And tapestry kittens that hung on the wall

They all die in the air like a soft minor chord

A vacancy sign, and a bulletin board

Mr Zero is wrapping his jacket around him

Speaking kind words that should have been said long ago

But Little Miss Someone does not want to know

The night is deserted, there's dust on the shelf

Mr Zero sits lonely and talks to himself

It's too late to change, the fine line has been crossed

The charades are all done, Mr Zero has lost