Going

All the future all the past

Tied like a ribbon to the mast

Of the ship called the Titanic

Take it easy, don’t get manic

About anything too serious

Nothing could be so mysterious

To keep needling all of us

Never mind, we’re on the bus

Going nowhere

Going fast

Nothing’s there

But it comes fast

All the ritual of repetition

Leads me straight into perdition

Take a bath and go to work

Be a good boy, be a jerk

Take no notice of the riddle

Never listen to the fiddle

That keeps needling all of us

Never mind we’re on the bus

Going nowhere

Going fast

Nothing’s there

But it comes fast


1985