I see a swallow perched in front of me Laughing with her eyes so sullenly Then I see a truck go down the way No delivery for me today There's a man upon a little bike That makes him feel so big he can't decide If he should give up scraping both his knees
For the sake of being so discreet So discreet Before I know it I am far away The swallow looks so small she can't complain I don't remember which warm house is mine So I choose the one whose love is fine Love is fine