Night is down in insect town
I'm sitting here glued to the glowing tube
Tedious, tedium, flowing slow
I'm crying for something I could really use
We're worker ants, or ants with wings?
Saying: "God I'm high" or "Christ, I'm late"
Asking girls and women "Won't you show us the way
To crumple sheets and naughtier things? "
But it's sad, so sad..
The old people never had not quite so bad..
(not this way, anyway)
And it,s sad, sad, sad
The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
The sadness of shooting away your bloom
And of old crumpled men in their workday suits
And
telephones
ringing
in
empty
rooms
All the birds have flown from the uptown
And a family I know has built an ark
It's been raining long in a steady flow
And newspaper headlines read bad and stark.
But is sad, so sad..
The old people never had not quite so bad