In all carnation’s

Dinner parties

I got all these letters

To beg and plead

Because someone said

“We’re in a first-class world, friend”

Well I’d better leave

All the ancient and

The restless

Will try to find

Somewhere to go

And all the dreams

Up on my hilltop scream

To send them ribbons

Just for show

All the gathered and

The faithful

When it begins to look

Like snow

Will find some way to

Get out into

All these burning rows