On Norwood Avenue there was a shop
Where on my way to school each day I'd stop
And in the window I would see a scene

Made up of miniature and tiny things

The order and the small simplicities

They sure made clear and perfect sense to me
But then I turned and looked to see the world
Where there's no sense and everything's absurd


I ran into the woods and hid
And from then on I knew there should be

Click and grid (what's that you absent kid?)
Click and grid (what's that you absent kid?)


Gimme click gimme grid

Now Norwood Avenue's a memory

And all my memories mean so much to me
But many years have passed and now I see
It's all about the small simplicities


Like beauty in the tiny hidden things
And honesty between the beating wings

But then I turn and look to see the world
Where there's no sense and everything's absurd


I run into the woods and hide
And what I'll say before I die is
Click and grid (what's that you absent kid?)

Click and grid (what's that you absent kid?)

Gimme click gimme grid

If I say that I did anything, I'll say that's what I
Did
Gimme click gimme grid

If I say that I did anything, I'll say that's what I
Did
Gimme click gimme grid

If I say that I did anything, I'll say that's what I
Did
Gimme click gimme grid

If I claim that I did anything, I'll claim that's what
I did