In Ink Please The Price On That
If we truly lived in the best of all possible worlds
And timing and space are just links on a chain
Or strings stretched tight in a Jacob's ladder
Then there is no room for belief in chance encounters
Fare the well, my laticework friend;
Since ours won't be wrapping 'round again
May you find yourself intertwined (in the dark)
With a thread as lucky as mine has been
Roles played to high critical acclaim, so convincingly
Not a dry eye in the house
She was unafraid; he was selfless and brave
Not who they were, just who they'd like to be
Not who they were, just who they wanted to be
Oh, this shocking solubility
Where both parts each take a charge
And pull away, and separate
So naturally
Elation, A lesson
When we are who we are, we are blessed
And we can do no real harm
This is as simple as salt in water
Logic pulls hard, but ideals pull harder
And so I find myself again, by the dozen
Cracked in half:
Secret yolk and white and plans all unwired and knotted
Fare thee well, my here-and-gone friend;
Though we won't be shaking hands again
May I always see what I want to see
Expectations run away with me
Forever graciously go down swinging
Roles played to high critical acclaim, so convincingly
Not a dry eye in the house
She was unafraid; he was selfless and brave
Not who they were, just who they'd like to be
Not who they were, just who they wanted to be
Oh, this shocking solubility
Where both parts each take a charge
And pull away, and separate
So naturally
Elation, A lesson
When we are who we are, we are blessed
And we can do no real harm
