Mutton Birds: Three minutes

Off Saint Johns Head the sun is coming up, And in New York the dollar's starting to fall, In Jerusalem a soldier puts his rifle down, To scratch his lovers name on the wall. In London town they're clearing up the breakfast plates, In Atlantic City it's still dark before the dawn, All this happened in the last three minutes, Taken a flag and pinning it on the map if it makes make you feel better to tell me about these places you dont know. But in the next three minutes, Where you going to be, In the next three minutes Here and now and you and me. All your opinions come from someones press release, All of your jokes are out of magazines, If the tree falls in a forest, And theres noone there to hear, You're convinced that hidden cameras are on the scene. When you get like this I really wish you were somewhere else, In a street cafe in a distant time zone, Where the bill is never mentioned, And you're the centre of attention, Sometime you might find you need some ideas of your own. Like in the next three minutes, Where you going to be? In the next three minutes, Here and now and you and me, The first three minutes of your life is when you're most at risk, From the doctors knife, from your mothers kiss, But all the needles and the pills help you survive, But whats the point if you're still only have alive? In the next three minutes, where you going to be? In the next three minutes Here and now and you and me, The next three minutes, Where you going to be, In the next three minutes Here and now and you and me, Where you going to be, In the next three minutes