My little one Where have you been Your blinding eyes What have they seen The people down in Lincoln town Wore their hats upon their sleeves I heard some talk in old New York Just ask the autumn leaves I never saw it for myself It's just what I believe It's somebody else now And they are not you The difference just burns me But that's nothing new Nothing new I wrote a song in Wollongong It made me sad for days The hotel man from Turkestan Soaking up the rays I wish I'd been a woman then I might have been amazed The better I make it The worse that I do And it's so ancient But that's nothing new Nothing new The music was liquid Somehow it slipped through Ah, it all escapes me But that's nothing new to you now The truth was a lie and The ointment was glue I was found missing But that's nothing new Nothing new The feeling was absent Red wine was blue The gift is the present But that's nothing new to you now And there's nothing more to do now Oh, now it's all for nothing Oh, now it's all for nothing Oh, now it's all for nothing Oh, now it's all for nothing Oh, now it's all for nothing Oh, now it's all for nothing Oh, now it's all for nothing Oh, now it's all for nothing They blind their eyes What have they seen