Song Lyrics

Jack confides in Catherine
That he’s filing for divorce
Catherine gives her promise
To keep it secret but of course

As soon as backs are turned in soaps
They’re sharpening their claws
Meanwhile my whole world is collapsing

The congregation’s nervous
Especially bride to be
There’s three of them, she’d rather have
Gone down on bended knee

Credits roll on, “Speak up now
Or forever hold your peace”
Meanwhile my whole world is collapsing

It’s pretty odd some two bob God
Can somehow grip the nation
But maybe to us sad old mares
It’s a form of consolation

Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation
Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing
Look out on the streets outside, catch a conversation
The whole wide world is collapsing

The oldest of the brothers
The audience thought was dead
Returns to find his sister and his wife
Tucked up in bed

If this is true to life
Feed me fantasy instead
Meanwhile the whole world is collapsing

It’s pretty odd some two bob God
Can somehow grip the nation
But maybe to us sad old mares
It’s a form of consolation

Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation
Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing
Riots on the streets outside, they’re tearing up a nation
The whole wide world is collapsing

These petty little problems
They bring into our home
We actually tend to laugh about
'Cause ours would not get shown

And suffering's so much funnier
When it’s theirs and not your own
Meanwhile your whole world is collapsing

It’s pretty odd some two bob God
Can somehow grip the nation
But maybe to us sad old mares
It’s a form of consolation

Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation
Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing
Look out on the streets outside, catch a conversation
The whole wide world is collapsing
The whole wide world is collapsing

Gerry House, Devon O'day, Billy Dean