As cars go by I cast my mind's eye Over back packs on roof racks Beyond the horizon Where dream makers Working white plastic processors Invite the unwary To reach for the pie in the sky Go fishing my boy!
We set out in the spring With a trunk ful of books about everything About solar devices And how nice natural childbirth is We cut down some trees And trailed our ideals Through the forest glage We dammed up the stream And the kids cooled their heels In the fishing pool we'd made We held hands and we exchanged bands And we practically lived off the land
You adopted a fox cub Whose mother was somebody's coat You fed him by hand And then snuggled him down In the grandfather bed while I wrote We grew our own maize And only occasionally went into town To stock up on antibiotics And shells for the shotgun that I kept around I told the kids stories While you worked your loom And the sun went down sooner each day. *Man :"Chapter six in which Eeuore has a birthday And gets two presents" (Man pauses to light joint) Jade :"Daddy...come on dad" Men :"Eeyore the old grey donkey stood by side Of the stream and he looked at himself in the water "Pathetic" he said,"That\s what it is" "Good morning Eeuore" said Pooh
"Oh" said Pooh, He thought for a long time"
The leaves all fell down Our crops all turned brown It was over As the first snowflakes fell I realised all was not well in the camp The kids caught bronchits The space heater ran out of diesel One weekend a friend from the East Rot his soul Stole your heart I said "Fuck it then Take the kids back town Maybe I'll see you around"
And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams To the wind and the rain Taking only our stash Left our litter and trash And set out on the road again On the road again
Jade :"Bye Bye Daddy, Bye Daddy" Justin :"You can bring Pearl she's a darn nice girl But don't bring Liza"