Wild World

Well the days are slipping past now:
Days of calibrated sorrow
This is our little piece of history
(maybe we get some tomorrow?)
There’s still the trouble with the off-switch
And still the struggle with the satyr
But there’s nothing much to see here now;
Not a lot that really matters
And the Wild World listens as you sing
And the Wild World wants you for a sunbeam
..although the light is fading
There’s still enough to read by
And the world will hold a candle for you
As the hallucinations speed by
And you’d better make your peace with
All thе things you know are true now
And all the things you didn’t do
..that you’rе never gonna do now
For the Wild World shines in the rain
And the Wild World slips through your fingers
You can try and sum it up
- to tell somebody how you found it
Well the best of luck with that
You won’t get your arms around it
Because the falling of the sparrows
Because the rising of the larks
Because the little boats a’ sailing (on the Wine Dark Sea)
Because the drinkers in the parks…
And the making of the mountains
The stones you kept as souvenirs:
The fragments you have gathered up
Through the distortion of the years
And the Wild World spins you into space
And the Wild World wishes you the best now
Because it loves you very much
It made a place for you to live in
Complicated to the touch:
And neither vengeful nor forgiving
Embrace your torments now:
Your many lacerations
Your lamentations
Your thirst for adoration …
And at the bottom of it all
There may be nothing there at all
..and Oh! to this accomodation
And to this grand delusion -
I can be true
And everything is humming;
World, I cannot hold you close enough
This I leave with you
…. I leave with you