The bears are in the forest The Pope's in Rome I'm on a beach in Zanzibar Or at least I'll be here soon What a shame we carry with us The residue of fools Instead of better wisdom And Advance Tools We prefer to be standing Looking out from higher ground Breathing air to lift the spirits Or racing balloons in the Alps While on the beach in Zanzibar We're struggling in the surf Seeing the Look Horizon Moving further away from us And I close my eyes I think it's me Out on the Look Horizon where I found you. Across the Nile The Land of Pharaoh is digging up its past The broken amulets of history Strewn in our path I feel like someone's watching Through a window frame A child prodding a wounded insect Next to a cow in the pouring rain