Artist: The Monkees
Song: tapioca tundra
One, two, three, four, five
Four, three, two, one, zero
Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme
Lose themselves in other times
And waiting hopes cast silent spells
That speak in clouded clues
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you
Careful plays on fields
That seems to vanish
When they're in between
And softly as I walk away
In freshly tattered shoe
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you
Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease
Silhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time the faded dream
Is saddened by the news
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you
Well, sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease
Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease
Silhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time the faded dream
Is saddened by the news
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you
