The evening

Thanks to Phil Cashin for his performance of this and his enthusiasm for the song.

The lyrics are as follows:

The evening light fades
The people return to their homes
They put on their casual clothes
And they sit down to ready meals
And after they joke with their friends
On phone lines across the Internet
And all this world is a playground
For children yet to come
All the things that they’ll do now
All the things that they’ll see
All the things that they’ll do

The TV reports the world news as
Experts are paid for their views
While captured in perfect photos
There’s famine shown while our wealth grows
And back here we soon forget the poor
If there’s an MP with a whore
When all that’s needed is food
And an end to futile war
All the things that we see now
All the things we don’t do
All the things that we see
Is it nothing but nothing
Are you able to feel
Is it really still real

And all this
And all this world is a playground
For children yet to come
All the things that they’ll see now
All the things that they’ll do
All the things that they’ll see
Is it nothing but nothing
Are you able to feel
All the things that you see

© Jonathan Parry 2001