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