What's It Worth? Songtext
von Peter Hammill

What′s it worth to be saved?
What's the worth to be saved?
I could throw myself at the garden on my hands
Prune the lawn and mow the roses
But I really never understand
How to go to be free
In the end I only want to be me


Winter days here are fine
Still no bites, what′s my line?
I could hurl myself to the bonfire with all verve
Clear the path and weed the dead leaves
But I really just don't have the nerve
To be part of any kind of scene
Or is this just some kind of strange dream?

Think I'll walk to the steeple
Where the people are so inquisitive
I could make it to the corner store
And buy a hoard of derivatives, now

Which way now? Climb or coast?
Will my eggs ever poach?
I could throw myself in the frying-pan
For the sake of my fame
Or hit the road or smile hermetically
But it′s really never quite the same
Every time there′s a subtle twist
I guess I'll grab my plot and simply exist
Or would that be a subtle slash at my wrist?