Mont Blanc Quiet Hollers

I know I planted those seeds down too deep
They'll die and never see the sun
My fault for that one
I was a city boy before
No excuses anymore
I'll try to learn and to keep us fed
Shed a tear for the books I should have read

And I'd seen all the warning signs
On the TV, in the Times
But I had you to hold at night
And so it took me by surprise
We had so many things back then
I had a silver Mont Blanc pen
I'd write for hours about nothing
That makes any difference now

And I used to worry what clothes I had on
The school recitals and the manicured lawns
And I had a laundry-list of people
I could count on if it all went wrong
And then the bomb

Now I take precautions for my peace of mind
I don't know what difference it might make
To hang on any longer
But I cut the tree across the drive
Spend the daylight hours inside
Trying to make the place look empty
So as no-one comes around