(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith)

Looking at the world around,
For the very first time
Never seen it all before,
Hope it's not all mine

On Monday morning all alone,
I woke within my house of stone
I ventured forth unto the day,
These things I saw upon my way

Trees and flowers were wrapped around,
With people's castoffs on the ground
Roads and noise of glass and steel,
And people snared within the wheel

Tuesday looked into the sky,
Where birds in peace were left to fly
Thunder rolled and lightning flashed,
I watched the world as people dashed

Friday's sadness began to creep,
Upon me like the deepest sleep
It seemed that only I could see,
Just what my world would finally be

On Sunday back inside my room,
I draw the blinds, 'tis afternoon
I let my mind find its own ways,
Farewell to future days