Life is loud and fast these days.
So many means and many ways.
There's little hope of ever knowing
Where this winding road is going.

No one now will say they know.
Noah knew which way to go
When he set out on Noah's Ark.
It bore his name and dogs that bark.

And things that screech or howl or sting.
And owls in shirts. There's no such thing.
All at home on Noah's boat.
And all they had to do was float.

God be with those days of yore.
Cats and cows can be a bore.
But at least you'll have the company
Of the one and only he or she.

The opposite of the one you are.
Alone in the back of Noah's car.
And the only thing you have to do
Is re-populate the human zoo.

But that would probably get annoying.
You do your thing. I do my thing.
But not back then. One thing to do.
And there's no point wondering where or who.

It's not that bad not knowing what
You need to do or what you've got,
Or what that word means in your text.
You never know what's coming next.

Like just last week, while on a walk,
With no one there to hear or talk.
No voice mail on the mobile phone.
Standing in a field, alone.

Far away from anyone.
All I had to do was done.
The one and only thing to do,
Apart from breathe and listen too,

Was stand right there and stare ahead,
And stay there till it's time for bed.
Which I did. When it got dark
I heard the stray dogs howl and bark,

The sound of owls and other birds
Who sing instead of using words.
I went home and fell asleep
After counting fourteen sheep.

Oh yeah, that's right. I forgot again.
Nothing really happened then.
Losing all my marbles, I'm.
I'm thinking of another time,

When something happened. I don't know how.
I can't remember it right now.
I'm sure it's something very mad,
Like a bad pint of stout I had.