Holiday quiet on these streets, except for some stubborn leavesThat didn’t fall with the fall, and now they clatter in vainHoliday sky, midnight clearWind is high, hard to steerOld muffler rumbles like an old fighter planeIn search of some rest, in search of a breakFrom a life of tests where something’s always at stakeWhere something’s always so farWhat about my broken car?What about my life so far?What about my dream?What about…..What about everything?What about aeroplanes?And what about ships that drank the sea?What about…What about the moon and stars?What about soldier battle scarsAnd all the anger that they eat?I am not in needGet away and come with meCome away with me and we’ll seeIf I was right on that night, that a future was madeBefore time takes each year, like a knife cuts it clearIt’s school, then work and then life that just sharpens the bladeI think about time for funI think about time for playThen I think about being done, with no resumeWith no one left to blameWhat about fortune and fame?What about your love to obtain?What about the ring?What about….What about everything?What about aeroplanes?And what about ships that drank the sea?What about…What about the moon and stars?What about soldier battle scarsAnd all the anger that they eat?I am not in needHoliday quiet on these streets, except for some reason meThe hometown harbor lights bright, the sailboats clatter in vainHoliday sky, midnight clearWind is high on this pierI find it hard to complain when compared with what about…What about everything?What about aeroplanes?And what about ships that drank the sea?What about…What about the moon and stars?What about soldier battle scarsAnd all the anger that they eat?What about…What about aliens? What about you and me and…What about gold beneath the sea?What about…What about when buildings fall?What about that midnight phone call…The one that wakes you from your peace?Well, I am not, I am not, I am not in need