A Sitting Place I needed a place to sit for a thousand years Someplace away from the buildings and cars Someplace with small green birds flying around Someplace where I can just brood And watch the leaves fall You know, how it is in the cities On a Saturday morning or afternoon With all the people running around With their legs and cars The streets are too busy, for me With people washing their cars As the people go to banks And drugstores and supermarkets And fast food joints There is a lot of energy about And I rarely feel apart of this energy I just want to sit in one place for most Of the day, and not say anything And I’ll fool myself with inertia And forget I’m a slave Yeah I’ll sit in that sitting place And watch the birds, the cats, and the raccoons Do their thing And I’ll forget about cars, gas stations Insurance agents and banks Yeah, I’ll sit and dream for a thousand years