Banks are high and poles are rust
The break is nigh we're all just parts of dust

Acting quietly watch your post
Lose the rhyme and make the most of it

And don't despair...

Well no one's blind they're looking down
We want to go where they just cannot climb

Well it's no surprise
I'm getting tired of all this

The wind is strong the trees are bent
Let's pack it up and then conceal our tracks

The sidewalk's rough we'll take the road
Finish drinks and make plans as we go

And don't despair when others say
The last he did was not okay

Well it's no surprise
I'm getting tired of all this