The chair in my room is facing the wall.
I can’t make it turn the other way,
but I can move my head much better now,
so I know what I’ll see when I finally stand up.
They built a new forest today
and the ocean’s a little bit bluer.
The man two doors down is a surfer
but I can look at all this any time.
There’s no rush, no fuss,
I am seven years younger
and the depression is gone.
I know this room won’t always be here,
and I know that there’ll be no warning,
but at least it will be painless and sudden.

I just wanted a house near the beach
where the sewage and the smoke don’t fill your lungs,
where people don’t conspicuously die,
where the water isn’t rising one minute at a time.
And I know our parents wouldn’t understand.
They never had the tools that we have
but they didn’t have this weight on their shoulders.
You have to look for comfort where you can.
So I don’t want to know any of their names,
I don’t care if they’re not what they say,
just as long as we can all get along
in a quiet and uncomplicated way.

And outside it gets hotter by the hour,
and bad news always feels like accusation
but inside it’s as cool as you want it
and there’s no death that you can’t come back from.
And darling I hope that you’ll learn to forgive me.
When I'm gone will you paint me in a positive light?
Something like I was neither filthy rich nor cruel,
I always voted green and liberal,
gave money to the homeless on the street,
(well ok, if they were right there, standing right there, in full view),
but I just got scared I’d lose what life I had left,
and I seem to lack the skills to try to make things better,
and I couldn’t bear to sit here and just watch us all die,
I’m really better off inside.

It starts with a panic on Sauchiehall Street,
the sight of you plugged in, locked in your own world,
desperately wanting to make a connection
while running headlong in the opposite direction.
Dazzled by bright lights and white noise and shouting,
loveless and joyless and poetry-free
music that never shuts up for a second
and makes you so numb you do absolutely nothing,
you can sit there frustrated or turn round and flee.

Come on, you know you can make it.
Come on you know you can make it.
Everything will be alright.
There are places where we can be safe.
It’s not what we were hoping for
but do we have any reason to stay?
Come on in, take a seat,
you can make all the fear go away.
We can build a better world than this one
and if we can’t well then at least we can hide.

Christine, Frank, Jennifer, Gregory...

I'm not coming back but I hope to see you soon.