I see blues of the ocean 'n' aeroplanes

I see kiss of a rainbow in heavy rains

I see a little house on the summer hill

I see chugging trains stopping all still

I see sunlit alleys 'n' wooden bookracks

I see fadin' journeys on railway tracks

I see empty carousels in magical parks

I see a backdrop of sunsets and larks

I see days traipsin' into dreamy nights

I see the stars and the alluring sights

I see people scanning a web of streets

I see souls dancin' all the way to beats

I see the death of wrinkled dollar bills

I see chromatic vibrance of happy pills

I see high forts of that quiet madness

I see ways to live through my sadness

I see past the depth of swimmin' pools

I see as a genius in a universe of fools

Who roam these streets in ignorance

Oh missin' little things 'n' their essence