Even the Sea Sides Against Us

Don't expect to be seen
And don't expect to be heard
Money's tight at the moment
So is the mind

A future so close, I could sell my cares for it
But I'd rather be penniless, than buy any shares in it

We're at the very edge of the future
And now we can see it
Yet we're begging for scraps from the tables
Of blatant opportunists

Will I still be here
The same time next year?
We're waiting for a future
To come along and sweep us away

Free thinkers think with their heads
But their hopes are tied
To their breath

Boats leave this port every day
But we can't get a pass
We just wanna see for ourselves
What the tropics are like at long last