Hey, golden boy with your hair hanging down
open your heart to see what's blowing around
what will you do when your gold turns to gray?
open a fairy tale about what used to be

Oh, what a dream, we could build a plastic world
out of the gray with colors melted from our old
oh, every flower would be bright as the sun
so what if people say we can make another one?

And open all, they came running afraid
oh, fall desperate for air as the world turned more gray, oh
the heat sweltering round, and the waters were rising
oh, what to make of us on this ever-shrinking island?

Oh, so they come, every great mind came to bear
oh, serious talking, king, what can we do here?
only if we have just one hundred more years
there's not an omen left, so eat up your fear

And soldier boy, they gathered around him as they thought
how we could we put Humpty back together again?
oh, there's no reasonable way, and God doesn't make selves shiny
but maybe if we use all the plastic we can muster, we might bind him

And overlaid our
Noah's ark won't buy, but no one pulled it off
say don't
but they are in love of fear, we've lost our ever-shrinking island