WINDSURFING TO THE END OF THE WORLD
     

I heard the news while in my car
War was declared on us by them or them by us I cannot quite recall
Still World War III was on its way
I turned around ripped off my tie I wasn't gonna wait for bombs to fall
Instead I raced on home real fast
Grabbed my sailboard and mast and ran down to the ocean in a blur
I rigged it up and took on off
Scudding 'cross the foamy break I felt the wind caress my back so soft
Windsurfing to the end of the world

Leaning back beneath the sail
And streaking on across the bay I thought hey what a fitting way to go
But still there weren't no mushroom clouds
No fiery wind no fallout nothing 'twas a perfect ordinary day
So maybe just a false alarm
Though something didn't feel quite right I thought I'd better see what's going down
I steered my board back to the beach
Pulled on my clothes and found my keys to drive my car alone back into town
Windsurfing to the end of the world

Crashed cars all along the route
And gangs of people killing looting some it seemed had shot themselves in fright
Restaurants burning up from fat
Dogs a'barking everywhere and crazy people gibbering in delight
Policemen with gaping wounds
And ghetto blasters blasting tunes into the smoking noxious stinking sky
Baths flooding into the street
And crumpled bodies littering each footpath where they'd fallen from on high
Windsurfing to the end of the world

I shook my head and turned around
Seemed everyone had panicked either killed themselves or set off on the loose
Well anarchy was setting in
A housewife asked me if I knew of some place where she might tie up a noose
And so I bolted to the beach
Jumped upon my board and set off out to sea not ever looking back
I left them to it back on shore
If God exists then he'll make sure that radio newsreader gets the sack
Windsurfing to the end of the world



© David Lowe 1990