It is a worthy cause

And time well spent

Worthwhile just to be here with bacchus

All heaven sent.

With our pennies combined

We make Captain Fuck it

We work to live and we like to live well

A joy to excess and embellish our truth.

There are hushed rumours that one day we’ll settle

But I believe this is tabloid gossip

Idle banter between shifts that hold no real fact.

When we’re free we run

Our clipped wings fumbling in the breeze

A flapping madness that rushes straight to the brain.

I’ll sit here among friends and talk about the world

And aspirations and love and hate

And all these brand new philosophies that we eagerly create.

We’ll joke and tease and crumble with ease

A comfort to know that we can just be.

Idealism has always been a pal of mine

But when the crash comes I’ll ignore her in the playground.

Until then I’ll buy the next round.

It’s in this mode that we gleam the most out of ourselves

Proving to each other that there is much more

And we’re all involved in making it.

The exceptional other, our fundamental motor.

The mercurial mechanics in our slipstream

The bits that wake you up when falling asleep at the wheel.