some folk will love you
some will detest you
plenty just won’t give a damn
as you ride on the tides
that carry you by
the clamouring clutching of hands
they’ll soothe you but really
we love ‘em and leave ‘em
and that’s just the way in the crowd
at every oasis
we race through the faces
and dance on the merry-go-round
you may find a lover
you may have some kids
you may find you’re satisfied then
but stock tends to rise
and fall and then rise
and fall flat on its face once again
you may feel a niggle
that swells to a rash
perhaps you will burn up and slide
as life shakes illusions
and in your confusion
the truth seems the damnedest of lie
that when you rely
on echoes of praise
well we all can get carried away
and all of us wish
when smashing a dish
that someone could show where we’ve strayed