Well the days are slipping past now:

Days of calibrated sorrow

This is our little piece of history

(maybe we get some tomorrow?)

There’s still the trouble with the off-switch

And still the struggle with the satyr

But there’s nothing much to see here now;

Not a lot that really matters

And the Wild World listens as you sing

And the Wild World wants you for a sunbeam

..although the light is fading

There’s still enough to read by

And the world will hold a candle for you

As the hallucinations speed by

And you’d better make your peace with

All thе things you know are true now

And all the things you didn’t do

..that you’rе never gonna do now

For the Wild World shines in the rain

And the Wild World slips through your fingers

You can try and sum it up

- to tell somebody how you found it

Well the best of luck with that

You won’t get your arms around it

Because the falling of the sparrows

Because the rising of the larks

Because the little boats a’ sailing (on the Wine Dark Sea)

Because the drinkers in the parks…

And the making of the mountains

The stones you kept as souvenirs:

The fragments you have gathered up

Through the distortion of the years

And the Wild World spins you into space

And the Wild World wishes you the best now

Because it loves you very much

It made a place for you to live in

Complicated to the touch:

And neither vengeful nor forgiving

Embrace your torments now:

Your many lacerations

Your lamentations

Your thirst for adoration …

And at the bottom of it all

There may be nothing there at all

..and Oh! to this accomodation

And to this grand delusion -

I can be true

And everything is humming;

World, I cannot hold you close enough

This I leave with you

…. I leave with you