What I see

Do I see

What others see?

All this that surrounds me...

All the dirt and beauty

The wind, the cliffs

The sun and the sea

A man standing on his own

A women with a coat she's long out-grown

A feather floating by

A school boy on his way home

His mother, hiding bottles

So he'd never know.

And all this time

That ticks silently away

Begins to echo

With each new day

And so I stand in idleness

As the echo's fade away

'We'll sort you out' blues...

They say it'll all be over

In a month or two

You'll be much happier when

You stop feeling the way you do

It all takes time you see

I mean... what did you expect?

Your problems are only ours

When helping you is easy

And by that we mean pills!

Lots and lots of pills...

It doesn't matter if they

Turn your brain to mush

Until you forget your own free-will.

But it'll all be over

In a month or two

And then you can go back

To doing whatever it is that you do...

And then it may start all over again

And there'll be more pills to fix you up

And catch you out of the blue.