Sunday Painter

Smoke, rain Smoke, rain I'm a rain collector walking down the dead end street I'm a Sunday painter, painting seven days a week When my mother's looking Down, down, down, down-down Down-down-down-down-down-down-down Down, down, down, down-down Down, down, down, down-down Down-down-down-down-down-down-down Down, down, down, down-down I'm a rain collector walking down a sunny street My umbrella's upside down, no pennies and pounds for me (Only the rain) A crowd of magic men are walking down the street Like a dark river Like a dark river And my mother's sleeping Like the ghost of Pandora buried I'm painting every night In 1984 I keep the aspen distrifying In 1984 I keep the aspen distrifying The clocks in my room they all have different times I don't wanna know the real time Ticking Ticking Ticking Ticking I am painting the sea