Three Blind Mice
If I had all the choices
I'd ever made come back
It'd be like dubbed-in voices
From some Hong Kong soundtrack
If they could ever find me
In Maine or Tokyo
I'd let a panic blind me
And find someplace to go
When morning holds a minute
Of sleep just out of reach
I tell myself I'm in it
And wash up on the beach
Of Western Massachusetts
I hear the radio
Say there are no new abuses
Now find someplace to go
In Beirut as in Laurel
A steady look's a stare
And steady work's a quarrel
I never meant to share
When Industry can make out
Her name burnt in the snow
There's no one left to take out
And no place good to go