Lyrics
Sitting on a clothes peg
Just like a child in school
Counting grains of sand
And wondering what to do
His life is now just buses, trains
And clocks from nine to four
There's four of them and one of her
And she is at the head of all
Of him, of her, of you
Of him, of her, now you
Now you
She is in the middle
As always on the string
Making things that easy for
Her puppets and her things
She calls the role and pulls the chain
That makes the center move
And that center always moves away
The way she wants it to
For him, for her, for you
For him, for her, now you
Now you
You are on the outside
Just want to look around
And see the way that people live
All covered up in glue
And try to find the things you missed
Alone with your cobwebs
Counting them like grains of sand
Hoping once to understand
For him, for her, for you
For him, for her, now you
Now you
