歌词
At ten AM the young housewife
Moves about in negligee behind
The wooden walls of her husband's house.
I pass solitary in my car.
Then again she comes to the curb
To call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands
Shy, uncorseted, tucking in
Stray ends of hair, and I compare her
To a fallen leaf.
The noiseless wheels of my car
Rush with a crackling sound over
Dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.