From Marlon Brando to De Bono

I lie about the books upon my shelf

Between the front door and the back door

There is a measure of my worldly wealth

Not to mention mental health

Come on now 

Don’t cry honey

I know I’ve let you down some

But don’t sigh honey

Given time and money

We can turn this ship around

And we’ll rig new sails, write fresh charts, 

Put fresh hope in our cynical hearts

We’ll steer a course for an open sound

And we’ll turn this ship around

In the dead zone, I hear the flat tone 

That calmly measures out my time on earth

Between the long hair and the bath chair 

It seems it’s all marked out for us from birth

It’s not how I measure what I’m worth

Come on now 

Don’t cry honey

I know I’ve let you down some

But don’t sigh honey

Given time and money

We can turn this ship around

© Steve Linford