I have a blue balloon, a happy tune
Love enough to last me all thru the afternoon
I have the New York Times, fourteen dimes
And explanation of the most profound nursery rhyme
*Before the rivers run dry
Before the last sad good-bye
Let s be kind to one another, we can try
So don t just throw your love about
It s not too late to find out
Before the sand has all run out of the hourglass (*)
The carnival is here, the clowns appear
Plastic painted people hold each other near
Hope are always high the echo off the sky
When it s over
There s just the lonely sound of good-bye (*)
Too late to hide it now
It s all around us now
Oh, how I want you girl to lie beside me now
While there is time and all my poems still rhyme
Let me love you now
We can drink the good good wine (*)