One of the most beautiful verses of all. The song was put together from memory by Oscar Levant after its composer, George Gershwin, suddenly died. The verse suggests that Ira Gershwin's lyrics, written after his brother's death, are also about Ira's relationship with George:
The more I read the papers
The less I comprehend
The world with all it's capers
And how the thing will end.
Nothing seems to be lasting.
But that isn't our affair;
We've got something permanent,
I mean in the way we care