A lonely idea
Left outside to wander on its own

Everything is in its place
And every place will have its thing
The outside world a window pane
And TV screens a-flickering

Lying just below the surface
Oscillating to and fro
A maelstrom of activity
The real deal show

A lonely idea
Left outside to wander on its own
Despair and fear
Left inside to ponder all alone

A quivered voice, no choice at all
The devil and the deep blue sea
Hung out to dry, decay and fall
Debilitating atrophy

While deep inside the longing surges
Just to hit the levee rocks
An all-consuming frailty
So petrified of further shocks

A lonely idea
Left outside to wander on its own
Despair and fear
Left inside to ponder all alone