If a TV camera filmed the world with black and white reversed Enemies and allies, foes and friends, robbers and cops, honest joes and carnival quacks Just like firing shots into the dark The morning news announces the dawn but when I got up and took my hoe, the mountain had gone and I was all wet with no beach on which scoop up the brine If a TV camera filmed the world mixing up men and women Enemies and allies, foes and friends, robbers and cops, honest joes and carnival quacks Just like firing shots into the dark The evening news announces the end but there's no shimmering stars, no dreams, nor that corner from my past, nor the dyke where I first kissed, no summer bales made of reeds - no reeds, no wrongs