Same Old Man Lyrics - Divers - Joanna Newsom

It's the same old lady, putting out the wash 

Standing in the rain, in her mackintosh 

Same old lady standing in the rain 

The thought of New York was going insane 

Hey little leaf, lying on the ground 

Now you're turning slightly brown 

Why don't you get up on the tree 

Turn the color green the way you ought to be 

My mind is failing and my body grows weak 

My lips won't form the words I speak 

I'm floating away on a barrel of pain 

New York City won't see me again 

It's the same old man, sitting by the mill 

Mill-wheel turning of its own free will 

I'm certainly glad to be home 

New York City continues on alone