i thought that was miss underhill
sitting on a bench there absorbed 
in something on paper
i thought no that couldn't be miss underhill
i won't bother her, she's so absorbed
and maybe it's not miss underhill
she looks just like miss underhill
maybe she will look this way
eventually she will surely look this way
everyone looks around 
when they are sitting in the park on a rare sunny day 
she turns away 
that is miss underhill in those black glasses turned away
we won't bother her
nothing will bother miss underhill
look she walks away
she's looking ahead
she's looking away
she never looks our way