Somewhere you know you'll find a time When position won't help you survive One day, some day Depression and violence will have their way And close your mind There's no way back You've got to confront Say "I've gotta help it" And dive Smile on, happy Chatter your life away Yachts drift on by with champagne Look above you Faces peer downwards They're rich and revealing of plenty Will they send you a rope Or a diver A knife Or a bottle of air Hey, what's this dropping? A can full of something You grab it and see that it's caviar Stranded in seaweed Mud in your lungs And fish eggs in your hand What a joke