I watch the pigeons as they go across the road
Tipping their noses
As the boys puff up in show
And the girls run off alone
I watch a conversation weave
Between the branches of the trees
I see the seasons in the leaves
These are the stories that I read
Hmmm hmmm hmmm
I watch the pigeons in the sky
I watch the wind as they go by
They color in what with my eyes I am not seeing
I watch the turning of a page
Flying above me in my place
These are the stories that I name
To know and show how they got older
Ooo la da da da da da da
I watch the people walking by
Beneath the silver studded sky
These are the stories that I like
From in the days that mark my time
I watch the pigeons in the eves
They sit like music there to read
I hear them playing to the beat of New York City as it breathes
La da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da