The wind is in the birchesnon an empty afternoonn& it feels as if I'm fadingninto the colours of the roomnthat is grey & dull & sleepyn& soon another day is donenYou're always humming to yourself, sonnWhere are the words that match your song?nn& the streets are strangely quietnsee the students heading homen& soon the voices from the nurserynwill fill the autumn air with songnBut this is not how I remembernHaving nothing on my mindn& though the kitchen clock's not workingnYou feel you're running out of timenn& just like in a movienwe'll end with the town from a birds viewnThe smoke rising from the factorynThe bells are ringin' at the schoolnBut I'm still by the kitchen tablenBy the flicker of a pale sunnYou're always humming to yourself, sonnWhere are the words that match your song?