People Are Leaving
In Total Frustration
The Throw Up Their Hands
People Are Leaving
As I Stomp Into Spring
(that Don't Mean A Thing)

So:
The Angels Are Making Circles
A Gift To Every Naked Fat Baby
But Everyone's Leaving
To Look For A New Place To Dance

And Drilling The Heart With Sparrows
We'll Try To Get Up From The Ages
And Re-write The Book Of The Pharaohs
At Least Add A Couple Of Pages
And Dance
Before Everyone Leaves

The Servants Are Making A Promise

We'll All Rise Above The Depression
The Angels Are Making New Circles
A Gift To Every Naked Fat Baby