3.20 pm Lyrics

Twenty past three, sitting on a park bench

No one to talk to, nothing to do

Shrill bird screaming in the green branch shady light

Sitting like a scholar, with no point of view

House fly lands on written word, sucking up his venom

Looking for some meaning, he walks between the lines

Leaf mould rustle on the parkway feather land

Bird eats fly and I don't mind

Fly away Peter, fly away Paul

Come back Peter, come back Paul

Pine tree fallen in the ash felt filter bed

Wise bird calling, like an owl in the night

Bush bin berry sound, roar of the traffic

Peace in time, but no peace of mind

Fly away Peter, fly away Paul

Come back Peter, come back Paul

Twenty past three, sitting like a scholar

Looking for some meaning with no point of view

Bird eats fly in the parkway feather land

Nothing to do and I don't mind

Fly away Peter, fly away Paul

Come back Peter, come back Paul