Lines Not Written in Fort Meyers

Lines not written in Fort Meyers

Turn down that music!
Will this rain never end?
It's only november
It's just half-past 10

This news is depressing
Just recession and gloom
The mediterranean has gone bankrupt
Beneath Gallileo's moon

Another communique
There's consensus in Rome
The Euro's got a future now
They've got China
On the phone

Who can I turn to?
Who can I call?
When I crash into
My great towering wall

Third world solidarity?
John Maynard Keynes?
Can I grovel at any alter,
Which might still remain?

Democracy?,the enlightenment?
The environment? Human rights?
Feeling better? Am I happy now?
Did that make everything alright?

In December the snow will come
Like a whisper in the night
On tiptoe like Santa
In the pale morning light

My kids will wake early
Screaming with glee.
"Oh the fields are all white Daddy
Come here and see"

And I'll think of my old home then
When Mum and Dad were still alive
With a star on our tree
And a crib by the fire

And who can I turn to then?
Who can I call?
When I stare up at this great
Towering wall?

Our laws and our experts?
Our science and ourselves?
In our statistical heaven
In our humanistic hell?

Oh turn off that music
Come and sit here a while
And I'll tell you
How the world was
When I was just a child.