Quite Noise

the quiet noise of life passes by
riding on the winds of change
and as it surrounds the city streets
I can hear the children sing.

so I peel me an orange
just to see the seeds inside
and watch the blossoms grow
then take my time as I wipe the juice up off the floor

so many days I've sat right here
dropping orange peels on the floor
waiting for the sun to shine down on me
as the winds of change comfort my soul.

so I'll peel another orange
just to see the seeds inside
then watch the blossoms grow
and I'll take my time and wipe the juice up off the floor.

and the quite noise of life brings sunshine thru my open door
riding on the winds of change
wiping orange juice up off the floor.

Godfather.