Roger Waters

As cars go by I cast my mind’s eyeOver back packs on roof racksBeyond the horizonWhere dream makersWorking white plastic processorsInvite the unwaryTo reach for the pie in the skyGo fishing my boy!We set out in the springWith a trunk full of books about everythingAbout solar devicesAnd how nice

I used to think the world was flatRarely threw my hat into the crowdI felt I had used up my quota of yearningUsed to look in on the children at nightIn the glow of their Donald Duck lightAnd frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burningBut ooh, the tide is turningThe tide is […]