A clear river runs above our swearing match
poisoning violets and a grassy patch
there's an epidemics of boredom on the airwaves
you never know

The master of the post dreams of parcels he dismissed
and of crucial letters than somehow went amiss
a pitiful dog is snoring by his chair
you never know

Inshore conditions are said to be worse
there's plenty of worries in which we can immerse
Our taste for self-recrimination
you never know

Which of these pipers can sort the obstacles
between those we'll forget and those we shall recall
When we've made it and we really breast the tape
You never know

The clones and the clowns are cheering for the blood
of a sailor out of luck who can only nod
his agreement to what's decided anyway
told him so

Decided to devote what remains of the day
to a fruitless quest for balance on my windy way
but the voice of the gutter is so strong in my ears

Boy in the saddle goes out with a flash
Living the same life but with no strings attached
Is the dream of a ghost ship in the snow
you never know

(vocoded chorus)
Leave your place
stray in the visible