The Calm Before the Storm

A butterfly in the sitting room
Sudden sneezing overhead
Dragonflies skim the swimming pool
The dog is barking to be fed

And it won’t be long
‘til we get the news
Though I’ll soon be gone
I’ll be the sucker who’s
always had the most to lose
when we get this news

Pheasants scatter, rabbits flee
a car departing in the rain
On the flight path a 747
Round the bend a rocky lane

And it won’t be long
‘til we get the news
Though I could be wrong
I bet I’m the one who’s left
with the tears and the telephoned threat
who’ll always be the most in debt
when we get the news

Baby, baby, did I ever tell you
that I worked out where I went wrong?