Spring to Downcomers

Giant cross over rio
Waving a pinwheel
And tiny chances of hope
Through the kaleidoscope
Birds chokein †for gas
The ghost of your success
Oh well you canít say no
Though i could say yes
The hole iím buried in
Is deeper then it seems
I’ll get myself a dog
To drive me through the fog i think
I’m headed south to the
Brasilian coast