My little one

Where have you been

Your blinding eyes

What have they seen



The people down in Lincoln town

Wore their hats upon their sleeves

I heard some talk in old New York

Just ask the autumn leaves

I never saw it for myself

It's just what I believe



It's somebody else now

And they are not you

The difference just burns me

But that's nothing new

Nothing new



I wrote a song in Wollongong

It made me sad for days

The hotel man from Turkestan

Soaking up the rays

I wish I'd been a woman then

I might have been amazed



The better I make it

The worse that I do

And it's so ancient

But that's nothing new

Nothing new



The music was liquid

Somehow it slipped through

Ah, it all escapes me

But that's nothing new to you now



The truth was a lie and

The ointment was glue

I was found missing

But that's nothing new

Nothing new



The feeling was absent

Red wine was blue

The gift is the present

But that's nothing new to you now

And there's nothing more to do now



Oh, now it's all for nothing

Oh, now it's all for nothing

Oh, now it's all for nothing

Oh, now it's all for nothing



Oh, now it's all for nothing

Oh, now it's all for nothing

Oh, now it's all for nothing

Oh, now it's all for nothing



They blind their eyes

What have they seen