Cast off stop knitting start swimming we're all drowning.
it's not quite time but it's a quiet time and that's good enough.
Someone takes pity in New York city and drops me a dime but the city is played out like an overworked mine and a dime is all I expect.
Dreams.
On the streets of old London they sold me a dud one a wind up and watch me go, but the clockwork went and I spent most of my time wishing for New York and the drop of a dime.