Bad luck and troubles fall from the skies
and everyone's misbehaving.
But I stand firm as the waters rise,
still O.K. not drowning but waving.
The whole world walks past my tired old eyes
and I don't see much that's worth saving.
Some tell the truth but most just tell lies,
still O.K. still not drowning but waving.
But when at the end even true love dies
with grief my heart engraving.
I'll know as I sever all earthly ties
that at last I'm drowning not waving.