The Crazier It Gets

The crazier it gets, the less sad it seems. No need to dream about houseboats on rivers so blue, the windmill and standstills of a heart that was true. Down here to nowhere with all this time on your hands. Don’t plan it through the heart ache, says plenty, says so. No seashore, no pebbles please. The sand and the foam, the little we know of echoes alone. It’s so bad the seasons sigh and trues just on cue. All about and left without somebody like you. So Up the Chin, just dig in, It’s a crazy cold world. So, warm your hands on all He plans, the stay faithful stalls time. The line is in a song, with a crazy cool mine!