Down this street, I ride a green bus, Early, deep into town. If I could speak, if I could be As I would like to be now- And what could I bring you, Now in the meantime? Fruit from the sunlight, Quartz from the bay? And where will I find this, Perfect and wondrous? I look into shops, I slip into rain. Leaves on leaves. I walk through deeply, Gold, green, gold, For my friend. I cannot find a thing Beautiful enough for you Again. And what could I bring you, Today in the meantime? Fruit from the sunlight, Quartz from the bay? And where will I find this, Perfect and wondrous? I look into shops, I slip into rain, Slip into rain