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