If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet.
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice.
Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights, leave the lights on, drop bombs?
Do tours of the East, contract disease?
Bury bones, break up homes, send flowers by phone?
Take to drink, go to shrinks, give up meat, rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets, train dogs, raise rats, fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure, store up leisure, but never relax at all?