mother whale eyeless

i can think of nowhere i would rather be

reading morning papers

drinking morning tea: she clutches the tray

and then we talk just like a kitchen sink play

nothing ventured

nothing gained. living so close to danger

even your friends are strangers

don't count upon their company. this is for the fingers

this is for the nails: hidden in the kitchen

right behind the scales. what do i care?

i'm wasting fingers like i had them to spare

plugging holes in the zuider zee. punishing paul for peter

don't ever trust those meters

what you believe is what you see. in my town

there is a raincoat under a tree. in the sky

there is a cloud containing the sea. in the sea

there is a whale without any eyes. in the whale

there is a man without his raincoat. in another country

with another name

maybe things are different

maybe they're the same. back on the trail

the seven soldiers read the papers and mail

but the news

it doesn't change. swinging about through creepers

parachutes caught on steeples

heroes are born

but heroes die. just a few days

a little practice and some holiday pay

we're all sure you'll make the grade. mother of god

if you care

we're on a train to nowhere

please put a cross upon our eyes. take me - i'm nearly ready

you can take me

to the raincoat in the sky. take me - my little pastry mother take me

there's a pie shop in the sky.