The rainfall collects in the gutter
It's come all the way from the sea
In bed I'm dreaming of another
I awake to find you and I'm filled with relief
The slot machines been spinning all evening
He's got dollar signs burned in his eyes
Not sure if he's losing or winning
Just aware of the image of freedom held strong in his mind

I'm lying at the foot of a towering coconut tree
its reaching for that golden disc and I'm sheltered by its leaves
And I can't even remember what it is I want

There's men farming deep in the ocean
Showing no respect for the dead
While windmills spin in synchronization
But there's no incentive in lining your pockets with air
As they tally the numbers keep growing
Til its impossible to keep up
It's the same with the ones that were owing
The scales are weighted, the system was created corrupt
There's logos pasted all over
our cities,
On every shop window and door
Soon there'll be no walls left to graffiti
And the streets marched in silence on route to the liquor stores

But i lie in the shade of the ever striving palms
Let the grove embrace me in its indifferent arms
And the detritus beneath me is giving me hope for our kind
Not swayed by the wind, nor longing for that golden light