Singapore, MI

In the forests of our youth We stretched a hundred miles long By the river, by the lake We swam with shipwrecks in the storm Then the fire, oh my God Skyscrapers falling down Our neighbors screaming"Do something!" The pragmatists decide Look to you, know that look There's sand in your eye Turn around, one last look At when this world was yours and mine Cut them down, higher still Structures a thousand feet tall Float away to the lake They swim with shipwrecks in the storm Mass production, praised be the Lord Our banks are blest First erosions"What a storm!" Wrote the Saugatuck press Sand is blowing off the lake At ten feet a year Getting taller, can't leave the house The end is getting near Climbing higher and higher 'Til the roof caves or the fires Come from over the sandscapes To take us back to the sea Take all the rest from me And I'll appreciate the unobstructed view The walls below Won't know our faces, just the outlines of a life Long past, the pragmatists are satisfied With the world that they have built Horses draw away their shiny cars And their volunteering marks To the vessels on the silt Climbing higher and higher To watch them float away to The new dawn past horizons Turning red Climbing higher and higher 'Til the roof caves or the fires Come from over the sandscapes To take us back to the sea To the sea