Vagrant suspicious and quite out of breath   Stumbles into a town where the people wear frowns   Picks up a paper, the pages are blank   They say, "No news today, no more writers around"      What price hope over adversity   Cause to applaud this perversity   I'm still deaf from the hydroplanes   Blessed with a cynical gaze      No words in our own defense   Independence our recompense   Fate casting a finer line   To pity or to pay      These rapids we're rolling on   Seem calm when they're good and gone   Love, as good as the house it warms   A million miles between us   Still we're heading the same way      I sing this song with my tongue in my cheek   For the jilted, the jaundiced, the angry young men   Who somehow believe that the status quo changes   With juvenile slogans in down market rags      What price hope over adversity   Cause to applaud this perversity   I'm still deaf from the hydroplanes   Blessed with a cynical gaze