the heart's delight

we've had our time and to the edge we've come
all life would seem on this day to have slowed
the only proper cure's a drink of rum

the answers don't add up to a full sum
we've paid in full but still there's something owed
we've had our time and to the edge we've come

we had the pie but could not find the plum
the poem we've got doesn't quite make an ode
the only proper cure's a drink of rum

in point of fact if we were deaf or dumb
we'd find ourselves protected on the road
we've had our time and to the edge we've come

we've seen the city turn to a huge slum
the secret to that's not locked in a code
the only proper cure's a drink of rum

we have made off with nothing but a crumb
the trick to that would make a head explode
we've had our time and to the edge we've come
the only proper cure's a drink of rum