Why do I want to go away?
       I don’t have no reason to stay.
Do this, do that, they name the hour.
       My heart is in a tall clock tower
And keeps striking hours that say:
       “Time for you to slide away.”
What should I do? Of course, obey?
And there’s no profit in delay.
       Never mind No. 1202
(I think the number is thirteen)
       Going, going, almost gone—
       Done my bit and travelled on.