I

see

a

Man-

sard

Roof

through

the

trees,

I

see

a

sal

-

ty

mes-

sage

writ-

ten

in

the

eves,

The

ground

be-

neath

my

feet,

we

are

gar-

bage

and

con-

crete,

And

now

the

tops

of

buil-

dings

I

can

see

them

too!

I

see

a

Man-

sard

Roof

through

the

trees,

I

see

a

sal

-

ty

mes-

sage

writ-

ten

in

the

eves,

The

ground

be-

neath

my

feet,

we

are

gar-

bage

and

con-

crete,

And

now

the

tops

of

buil-

dings

I

can

see

them

too!

The

Ar-

gen-

tines

col-

lapse

in

de-

feat,

The

ad-

miral-

ty

sur-

veys

the

rem-

nants

of

the

fleet,

The

ground

be-

neath

their

feet

Is

a

nau-

ti-

cally

map

sheet

As

thin

as

pa-

per

While

it

slips

a-

way

from

you.