He was a lonely boy, he had to wait the long days, He was a lonely boy, he had to wait the long days, Then someone filled his umbrella she said, I want to talk with you, I want to walk a long ways, Discussing a musical history book. He was Columbus, he stood on the bridge looking out, Spending the days in the haze of a meadow of straw. Time was forever, he thought he would never grow old, So he discarded a skin diver's watch. He was Columbus, he stood on the bridge looking out, Spending the days in the haze of a meadow of straw. Inside was tuneful, he sang with a heart that was young, Expecting her gift-wrapped and tied with a bow, Don't ask me questions she said with a look that was wrong, Even if someone holds open the door, No more.