12/07 If it ever does happen... |
When your eyes pie up at the suggestion or your heart flutters of the very mention that someday we, perhaps, may be together again, I will listen. I will listen, as the earth turns to snow and everything we know will be forgotten. This is all so very uncertain, and no one will believe us now. Yes, no one will believe us now. All these pretty, petty things like divorce and distance and change mean all of but little to me in my daydreams of responsibility. I'll listen. I swear to God I'll listen. This is our credibility on the line, and since we never know when for sure, no one will believe us now. Yes, no one will believe us now. In the strength of the imagination or lack of pause in determination we may never understand how, but no one will believe us now. Yes, no one will believe us now. We owe it all to circumstance. We blame the game of incompetence. We make our choices, spoiled or not, and send them out to war. We talk of what could've been and I listen. I listen to words that speak to me more powerfully than the past could bring but no one, no, no one, no one will believe us now. Yes, no one will believe us now. |