Much water, many bridges and the tides of time do change;
the world goes topsy turvy and it looks all kinda strange.
I saw it floating past one day, the future that is past;
it bobbed round in the current and disappeared so fast.
I don’t know where it cam from or where it ended up
I tried so hard to fish it out but I only had a cup.
So now my future’s gone again; down some bloody drain
and I probably won’t see any more till the next good rain.
So I’ll sit here by this little stream and wonder what will be;
whatever I find up ahead – I know that it will be free.