You’ve Never Seen Everything Bruce Cockburn

[Verse 1]
Nobody's making me say this
I'm talking to you
Been travelling seventeen hours
Irradiated by signals, by images
Of viruses, of virtues
Like everyone
Like exiled angels we swing out of the clouds
Above night city—
Fields of light broken by the curve of dark waterways
On the other side of the world
An unhappy teenage girl sets fire
To herself, her house
Her neighbourhood and some that dwell therein
Sorry simulacrum of sad dawn
You've never seen everything

[Verse 2]
Sleep of the just, sleep of reason, any damn kind of sleep please!
I'm trying to balance on a sloping bed in Naples
Or is it Skopje? I forget
Through the thin hotel wall a man groans in his dreams
And on the other side of the world
The drug squad busts a child's birthday party
Puts bullets in the family dog and the blood goes all over the baby
And the Mounties are strip-searching schoolgirls
Because they can
A car crashes and burns on an offramp from the Gardiner
Two dogs in the back seat die, and in the front
A man and his mother
Forensics reveals the lady has pitchfork wounds in her chest—
Pitchfork!
And that the same or a similar instrument
Has been screwed to the dash
To make sure the driver goes too
You've never seen everything