Crumbling Land

In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine

In a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky

Wheeling, soaring, gliding by

On a hill there lived a man with many shining things

Shiny pool, a shiny car and shiny diamond rings

Wining, dining, shining king

And the eagle flies in clear blue skies

Breathing in the clear blue air

Back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies

And fifty more come rolling off

The Ford production line

Then a man appearing like a mirage on the sand

In his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land

Screaming, dealing, movie man

Here we go, hold your nose and see if something blows

Close your eyes, count to ten and see the sunrise rise

Climbing, high into the sky

By the ornamental lake, a diamond lies

Upon the finger of the king

On high the eagle spies the glitter of a gun

And wheeling in a climbing turn he flies into the sun