I forget what happens on the Fourth of July

Or when the rent is due

Dates and deadlines just float by

What Columbus set out to discover

Isabelle already knew

There'll be horizons and skylines and other lovers

If I could rearrange history

And give it to you as a gift

There would be one more movement

In Beethoven's fifth

Why, oh why, in a land of plenty

Some just have to make due

At the end of a breadline with just a penny

I'll always remember you