Same Old Man - Karen Dalton

It’s the same old lady, hangin' out the wash

Standin' in the rain, in her mackintosh

Same old lady standin' in the rain

And I thought New York was goin' insane

Hey little leaf, layin' on the ground

Now you’re turnin' slightly brown

Why don’t you get up on the tree

Turn the color green the way you oughta be

My mind is fadin', my body grows weak

Lips won’t form the words I speak

I’m floatin' away on a barrel of pain

New York City won’t see me again

Same old man, sittin' at the mill

Mill-wheel turnin' of its own free will

I’m certainly glad to be at home

New York City continues all alone