eventually I think we will sink from br all the tears the icebergs leak from the polar br caps, and the radio man will say “today br we’re sinking with a chance for sunny br br skies later”, always later while the land br gets smaller and smaller and the time grows br later and later, until the face grows weary br with wrinkles, take the advice of the br br beggar, hold your cup, ask for a little change br hold that face straight, hope the others don’t br see that hint of a smile at it all, hope the br others don’t ever see that imploring smilebr br Ben Paynterbr br