Like the smoke that rises to the ceiling, Mona I keep seeing the things I seen yesterday Yet, the wheels keep turning, they keep turning, Mona Things I am seeing, I just can't say Like the sun that rises, I keep trying, Mona To let everyone know that I won't give up Yes, the water is dripping, can't you taste it, Mona Lift up your head from that bitter cup Oh, Mona, don't close the door The fireman's coming and he's bringing more Oh, Mona, the gardener's here He's got loads of dirt, he can plant your hurt Oh, Mona, the water is on The water is a-boiling and it won't be long Won't be long, won't be long, won't be long Like the hole that's waiting in the future, Mona It could already be filled when we get there