Lyrics/Music by Glenn Aitken
Martyred leaves lye scattered around in the moonlight,
they're probably thinking that breaking it off wasn't so bright,
what once was living now lies dying on the ground,
the inaugural exodus takes place without a sound,
It seems to resemble those against the wall,
the parallel analogy, of Central Park in Fall...
Central Park in the Fall, those against the wall, of Central Park in the Fall
There's a duck by the riverside who can't take it any more,
he's had his head in the shit all day for ten hours or more,
what a way to make a living, chasing that elusive worm,
he chose his life of the fast lane now he's serving that prison term,
It seems to resemble those who want it all,
The parallel analogy, of Central Park in the Fall...
Central Park in the Fall, those who want it all, Central Park in the Fall
Well don't stand and don't turn and don't take it all too hard,
think of those who have lost on the way to Central Park...
Central Park in the Fall, those against the wall, Central Park in the Fall