Vagrants of Venice - David Crosby, Michelle Willis, Becca Stevens

Book born vagrants fishing

Endless, aimless in the

Flooded palace where the

King of Venice used to lie

Lonely woman plants a

Roof top garden from the

Soil that’s blown in and the

Seeds that washed up on the tides

Two young orphans burning

Ancient paintings and

Victorian tables just to

Keep from freezing in the night

They were born here knowing

Nothing other than the

Tales of mad men swearing

And before them used to lie

All very peaceful now

They have forgotten how

Greed used to drive us to fight

And to climb

Wild people

Nearly feral

Living on what they can find

Just the fish and the fisherman

Mankind, and time

Fearful vagrants fashion

Tools to save them from the

Greed-born slavers that come

Swift on dark sails in the night

Sometimes tyrants passing

Hungry silence are there

No more orphans in their

Flooded world stripped bone dry

Perched like monkeys in the

Triple canopy of a

Crumbling jungle watching

Remnants of another world sail by

All very quiet now

They have forgotten how

Music used to live here

To dance in the minds

Wild people

Nearly feral

Living on what they can find

Just the fish and the fisherman

Mankind, and time