Comet streams and rocket scenes And cyclone-turning seas Thy foes profanely rage Hands washed, Pontius Pilate clean In proud Euphrates' stream Where no one knows my name Over the moor Nearer the shoe to stolid floor Imagine you Waves the foreign shores Before the sun I rose As faithful years To grapefruit fields and orange groves Hastening lest thy gates be closed But I find, I find... But I, but I find, but I find... Tolling bells through Courchevel All cable pulls' lifts are full Go search the world beneath Cladding breach At 3-mile beach All spent fuel pools are full It's all the same to me--