Ahh
The good Mr. Square
He doesn't have any hang-ups
He spend his time looking through other people's eyes
The good Mr. Square
He doesn't have any hang-ups
He spends his time looking through other people's eyes
Oh and how inside
He likes the things that they've done
The good Mr. Square
He doesn't have any hang-ups
He spends his time
Ahh
Whoo
And as she weaves her way through city streets
The dawn arrives
In concrete glades of metal grass
Steel cords are woven tight
But she is free
She was tall she was high
Lord she almost touched the sky
Today I said today
She was tall she was high
Lord she almost made me cry
Today she spends her time
Ahh
Whoo
Beside grey lakes of lead she's harnessed to
A kneeling form
Before the storm subsides she's flown
And leaves the body torn
But she is free
She was tall she was high
Lord she almost touched the sky
Today I said today
She was tall she was high
Lord she almost made me cry
Today I said today