The adverts say that Big Whatever don’t want us to know Whatever it is they don’t want us to know All major and minor credit cards looted
But I don’t know what I want to know You too? We could take a walk this autumn day And compare our notes with falling leaves And with each other about what we don’t know And maybe learn from a shy touch of hands And from the gentle breeze whispering to us
I don’t know what Big Anything doesn’t want us to know But I want to know what you want to know