rain don't catch me out tonight
I'll get sick by the time I'm dry
I'm going inside before I cry
might as well hang a sign on the globe
the world is closed it's the end
I suppose if not we're getting close
if we fall off then earth must be flat
I refuse to argue with that I think
it might be round like the center
of a nasty boil when its coming to a head
lanced and clean so it can heal
so in time the world can feel better again