(originally by Bert Jansch)

I once thought I did know all about it
Since the rain falls, the wind blows, and the sun shines
But don't you know your creator is running out of ideas?
Don't you know your creator is running out of ideas?

I know that I may die from poison
Invisible hanging there in the sunlight
And don't you know your creator is running out of ideas?
Don't you know your creator is running out of ideas?

If I was you I'd be friendly to your neighbour
Be glad that he don't want to be your enemy
But don't you know your creator is running out of ideas?
Don't you know your creator is running out of ideas?