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Out at sea my voyage and me

The waves knock hard, but my ship sails steadily

Back on the land the buildings stand

The wind blows and has pressing demands

So they sway and sway but together they stay

And the shade they create makes the people’s skin grey

And the values they lack are made up in compensation

For the buildings they build are great and sensational

But the shade they create turns the people’s skin grey

So the people wear shades to disguise their face

‘Cause the buildings they build let them save face

So they get on their hands and knees and pray

But the more the time passes, the more pigment fades

Now they’re all grey and disguised with shades

And the wind still blows and the buildings still sway

But the buildings themselves won’t ever blow away

Now the wind brings a draft and the shade makes it cold

So people cover up with monochrome coats

Walking the streets looking up at the buildings

Knowing that’s what they want and that’s where they’ll be

The top of the building working diligently

Ignoring the wind and monochromality

It’s the same wind that moves me out at sea

But back in the town they use it differently

They block it off and at best let it be

That beautiful wind that moves me at sea

So they walk but don’t talk uniform and rigidly

While I’m sailing peacefully and freely at sea

They could marvel all day at the buildings at bay

Because they don’t see that they’re all the same

They’re all grey with shades and scarves and coats

With their architects and plans for moats

The buildings they grow as the people aspire

While I’m still at sea where I’ll peacefully retire