I follow you to the park Cumbersome and muted Remember when we were young The water undiluted Our lungs were balloons filled with mirth Didn't need persuading I reckon you've given up by now All of your interest fading And don't I know so well? You've got a different story to tell And don't I know so well? You've got a different story to tell Somewhere beyond the clouds There lives an old accountant He tallies the damns that you give Pennies in a fountain Just wishing that you'd unpack That you would will some fury His eyes are rolling right back Another hanging jury And don't I know so well? You've got a different story to tell And don't I know so well? You've got a different story to tell You bid me look outside And every bird of spring's amplified The garden by the woods You understand my misunderstood