Why is the world so full of noise?
Itís enough to drive one to drink,
Cars and trains and aeroplanes,
Itís impossible to think.
Pneumatic drills, doors that slam,
Stallholders crying their wares.
Endless musak in the shops,
Surely somebody cares.
Mobile phones, someoneís iPod,
A police car hee-hawing by,
A baby screaming in its pram,
It makes me want to cry.
And what do we do when we get home?
Immediately switch on T.V.
Itís there in the background all the time,
Oh, please someone, hear my plea.
Switch off the racket, read a book.
Or listen to the birds,
Just fill your mind with silence,
Itís worth a thousand words.