Carry the hopper back in the wilds of smack
And variety meats, in the place to be
Caravaggio and me we agree

In the space of a week we'll see
How the hope out of poverty…
Calypso and me and the radio beam
For all the world to see

If I counter with a wordless strain
Keep you up for days
In the magic of Marais
A Sri Lankan dome that we're calling home
With a platinum relief (chroma-color thief)

In the space of a week we'll see
As we climb out of poverty
Baudelaire and me and the televised spree
For all of you and me

Graceful and under attack, watch your back
There's cold in them there hills
From a life of dread
To an unknown bed
A musician lives upstairs

In the space of a week with me
And a gesture to poverty
Baudelaire and me and the radio free
For all the world to see