The joggers jog around the park
young mums push prams
a gay man walks his little dog
but what I see is that I'm mean for not asking you to marry me
The kiddies like the slides and swings
The old folk like to talk about their illness's
But what I hear is that I'm mean for not asking you to marry me.
What I know is what I'm told and what I hear my point of view is always looking back at you, I focus on little else.
A plastic bag blows to the sky
a council van arrives to collect all the dead brown leafs
But what I see is that I'm mean for not asking you to marry me.
Two builders break for a ciggerette
one starts to laugh and laughs himself into a coughing fit
but what I hear is that I'm mean for not asking you to marry me.