I used to believe in magic
(She never really has
She just wants to believe that she believed
Kinda like being in love with Love)
I am so much more realistic now
I am a great believer in the Truth
(You can hear the capital ‘T’)
(Truth is she doesn’t believe in the truth
She believes in her ability to tear things apart
She has a real knack for that sort of thing)
She breaks apart those new glasses that people are wearing
Massages the bridge of her nose
(A woman of character has a few creases and wrinkles
A woman of good character has laugh creases
And smile wrinkles)
America is falling down
These are the worst of times
(And what of ‘the best of times’?)
(America has always been falling down
Face it America is the clumsy woman at the dance
But you have to wonder
With all that water running downhill
How did it all get up there in the first place?
If America has been on the verge of the Abyss
How is it that it never falls all the way down?
She leans on her elbows
Her expensive sweater brushing her coffee cup
What are we gonna do when all the oil is used up and all the
trees are cut down?
I have no idea how the air gets into this room. . .
And that food in my refrigerator, where does it come from?
I’m afraid that someday I’ll open the door
And nothing will be there. . .