In those years of plenty we cruised Elysium’s fields
What wounds we got there soon closed and healed
It’s hard to believe they could have happened at all
Time after time, avoiding a fall.
Wherever you look, it’s not the same anymore
We’ve used up our capital – not heeded the call
To live our lives at a gentler pace
To accept our lot on this planet with grace.
Those years of living without a care are done
The planet’s had it with our reckless fun
We don’t have license to sack and burn
Now, she’s telling us, it’s our turn
To taste the bitter fruits of excess
And watch as our lives become a mess
Rich, poor young… and old
Will we even have the luxury of gathering mould?
One thing’s for certain whether you’re drunk or sober,
Nothing’s left in the pot