Little Kids

Little kids playing in the park downtown

Someone's dad is watching

From the side of the ground

I'm following my shadow so I cross the street

Car passing stereo I like the beat

Open up the door

Turning on the fan

Dropping down the keys that I held in my hand

And then start waiting for her steps

To be heard in the staircase

Enter the room and let down her bag

Asking me all kinds of trivial questions

Pretending an everyday life we don't have

Pretending an everyday life we don't have

Pretending an everyday life we don't have

Little kids playing in the park downtown

Soon they'll be all gone as the sun goes down

Little kids playing in the park downtown

Soon they'll be all gone as the sun goes down

And rises over, Brooklyn Bridge tomorrow

Hours later I will follow

Wake up to a life that's hollow without love

Without love...

Without love...