The Shallow End

If you hold your breath
Can you swim a width but
Can you make it back
Pruney little fingers in the queue for the Bovril shack
We were pushing
Splashing
Running
The summers we did spend
All the noise was coming from the shallow end

Where were all our fathers as we played in the sun
Their noses to the grindstone
Every single one
Well now I am my father’s age
Now I comprehend
All the noise is coming from the shallow end

If I am a good boy I’ll have a brand new car
I’ll spend my weekend shopping
Down at Mammon’s bazaar
Because the answer to my problem is
Spend spend spend
All the noise is coming from the shallow end

I’ll sit and watch the ice disappearing in the sun
While I’m listening to the voices saying it’s nothing that we’ve done
Even mother nature she cannot hear her friend
All the noise is coming from the shallow end

But if I hold my breath and I let my body sink
Down here on the bottom I can hear myself think
Please don’t come and rescue me
The quiet is my friend
I can’t hear the noise coming from the shallow end

If you hold your breath
Can you swim a width
But can you make it back