Letra de Some Kind of Fun

The quiet one, the one named Steven Listens to the voice of reason They miss him at the kitchen Where he's given daily bread Another one, the one named Harry Vegetable or visionary Said he had a dream with Steven Flying overhead He watched him until he lost him in the sun He must be having some kind of fun A thousand miles, a world away A woman starts another day She drinks her mud and draws a tub And waits for it to fill A box arrives with nothing in it Setting off her head a spin It goes round and round and round Until it all begins to spill Before she knows another day is done She must be having some kind of fun And she says, "Don't pray for me."