I look out the window at my green backyard,
With thriving plants and blossoming flower.
I'm thankful that it hasn't been scarred,
By billowing fumes, and machines with power.
What has nature done to us,
To make us destroy it with rabid lust?

Birds sing cheerily in the branch of a tree,
I sit and watch with eager eye.
Til all at once they fly up free,
Into the air with a whistling cry.
And stark against the background blue,
A sickening streak of blackish hue.

The world today has lost so much,
What more is gonna have to die?
We humans are so out of touch,
Yet I'm never going to say goodbye.
Nature helps us everyday,
To help it back is the smartest way.

Most of the time I
Drift around in a cold haze
thinking of nothing

Why does everyone
That I know
Goes away
Never stays
I wanna know your name
Why don't ya
Stay awhile
Time come to me
And
I'll stop it
Everyone good
I know goes away
Why don't you stay
Stay awhile
Isn't it sad
Everyone I know
Goes away
Time come to me
I'll stop it
I will keep thinking of
This sad day

"Put this shell to your ear and listen,
tell me what you hear."
I tell him "its the ocean",
even though it's nowhere near.
My young head filled with wonder,
as the waves flow through my mind.
How is it that I hear it now?,
so far from Ballyheigue.
Those Sundays spilling ice-cream
in the back of your old car.
I drink coke and he drinks porter,
well worked fingers stained with tar.
Telling tales of saints n scoundrels,
men who worked the coast.
Its when I hold that old shell now,
I think I miss you most.

Give a paint brush to a guy and he can paint stars in the sky,black and white he paints the night time in a hearse driving through the universe,fixed in colours mixed,
how slick this guy could be,artistry universally.
Give a slide rule to a man and he can draw plans perfectly,draw cities,universities and cold dark lonely cemeteries,
where the dead and dying line up trying to escape,where fate intervenes with nightmarish dreams and scenes of the apocalypse.

Give a man a *** of gold,a rainbow that he cannot hold,a love before he gets to old and all his hopes sold to the wind that blows,
and who knows what the day might bring to me
I wait expectantly.