From my train window in the dining car
I've seen a herd of cloned cattle
They all look like each other
They all look like my friend Pete
He once told me he´d been a cow
In a dream eating
Grass by a stream
Staring up at the stars
Looking for the moon
They all were each other
Pieces of time, hard to define
A word in a song
A kiss or a rhyme
Pieces of mine, all in a line
Mean nothing to you
But something to me
Jenny's gonе down to Woodstock
Jenny's gone down to Woodstock
To say goodbye to a friеnd
I'd like to make a record there
One day she said
I've seen a happy tear in her head
Pieces of time, hard to define
A word in a song
A kiss or a rhyme
Pieces of mine, all in a line
Mean nothing to you
But something to me
As the conductor carved his T-bone steak
My mouth began to salivate
The blood ran down the plastic plate
Hope, baby, I'm not too late
Pieces of time, hard to define
A word in a song
A kiss or a rhyme
Pieces of mine, all in a line
Mean nothing to you
But something to me
Johnny passed a stone
Showed it to me
It looked just like a raisin
With a triangle upon his head
He went out and slay them
Sweet Pea sang me into a dream
That I'd never been
I thank her for it
The flat head of Mozart is back
And I'm the only one that knows that
Pieces of time, hard to define
A word in a song
A kiss or a rhyme
Pieces of mine, all in a line
Mean nothing to you
But something to me
Pieces of time, hard to define
A word in a song
A kiss or a rhyme
Pieces of mine, all in a line
Mean nothing to you
But something to me
Pieces of time
Pieces of time
Pieces of time
Pieces of mine