Nothings going to happen Maybe all the aunts inthe world will sip sweetly At their trough of tea And almost say one word for anything but what they've learnt From all young colts Race horses laugh so hopefull Stiff pricks in the general direction Of anywhere but home Nothings going to happen Maybe all the children in small rooms Will fall silent at a wall A window And forget to breath for just one minute Because of some beauty That has not been altered damned or pointed out By the clumsy dark oaths who train them Nothings gunna happen Nothings gunna happen Nothings gunna happen Nothings gunna happen Nothings gunna happen Nothings gunna happen Then again All the time Every minute never ending unrelenting all around us without pausing end less end less