Refreshed by a cuppa after my wine

A change of MP3 selection too

Sat by the Trent in Newark, weather fine

These small delights perk us up, clean the view

Like windscreen wipers doing what they do

Except when they squeak; then they’re annoying

And my tea’s turned into an ambient brew

And all the new songs are too hard rocking

And no guarantee of this sun lasting

The pendulum swings both ways; we incline

With it, half-full, half-empty, never to

Know stillness till the big clock stops ticking

So grease the roller coaster one more time

And hold tight as the world spins around you