I dial you at home again I'm happy that you're in I'm laughing at an after thought It's been happening a lot With everything that's happening though When reality explodes And suddenly we're sinking And I'm singing, and I'm old Now what were we talking about now? I keep on losing count I'm laughing and I don't know why A ripple off the sky The steeple in the green of the clouds Seen the other way around Contrailing like corduroy Then spinning in the ground Well that's the way the season sounds The 11th hour now When coal is cut across the sky In saturated dye In actual emergency now It's really going down Curled up by the fireside The county sleeps tonight