Letra de Sunday, 17

One day Of many days At the fountain in the park I fish pennies out for the arcade All day Ain’t it great? I am not calling out I am not, no I am not calling out I am not, no (Sunken over the trees?) Strewn all about Every which way It’s okay I know the way I count my weary steps Down all the way (To my old graze?) One day Many days I am not calling out I am not, no I am not calling out I am not, no