Holiday quiet on these streets, except for some reason me. The hometown harbor lights bright, the sailboats clatter in vain. Holiday sky, midnight clear, Wind is high on this pier,

I find it hard to complain when compared with what about...

What about everything? What about aeroplanes? And what about ships that drank the sea? What about the moon and stars? What about soldier battle scars and all the anger that they eat?

What about aliens? What about you and me and What about gold beneath the sea? What about when buildings fall? What about that midnight phone call, The one that wakes you from your peace?

Well, I am not, I am not, I am not in need.