Lock the Windows

Lock the windows, close the doors,

Keep the world out.

There's sorrow running in the streets,

There's anger all about.

I do not want to hear of it,

I do not want the fear of it,

I'm keeping myself clear of it,

Keep the world out.

I have a window on the world--

My television screen--

There's lotions and there's potions

And there's stories in between.

I sit and nod and sit and stare,

Outside the world is everywhere,

But what it wants I do not care,

Or what the noise can mean.

There's someone pounding on the door

I do not want to see.

He's brimming full of trouble

And it might come off on me.

When I go out to work or eat

I see him marching in the street--

I kick at him with hands and feet,

Or hand him from a tree.