There was a time I could look to the sea
Back when the land sang kid's poetry to me
Now, inland, there's bindweed around my fingers
I should I could appreciate it, wish I could, but I cannot linger
I'm too loaded with sensitivity to wires and electricity
There was a time when there was quiet in the city
A time before the hydroelectricity
When the energy vibration was for the, for the fisherman
For the knowers of the land, the turkey leg & wishbone
Not to be appropriated by hippies
Wires and electricity
I'm not a child of nature
I'm a classic modern failure
But you are progression
And you make me smaller