That's gotta be a good gig. He's been there forever
More wishes, more children, more impossible things
The singing stays the same
Like cookies cooking on a winter's day
Like help for the helpful before we sleep
Like something quiet and something blue
Like finishing a puzzle with a friend, I hear
This fits here and there's always room for a little more pink
There's something wonderful going on with cute
These days cute can punch you in the face
These days cute can conquer a nation's capitol
What will next year hold?
Kittens and gators and sunsets and napping
A young man will walk a mile in someone else's shoes
The moon will shine down
He'll think about important things
And he'll think about a glass of water
He won't have time to paint a house or make a home
He won't see the sun looming behind him
His nose not buried in a book
His shoes wearing thin
A young woman will take a jetplane to a better place
Being better for not being here for a while
And days will wend until that better place is reduced to the rubble of "that place that doesn't have my bed"
And a second jetplane will sort that out
And grass will continue growing here and there
And she'll sit on a rooftop deck
With a good drink and weather and wonder what's next
What is all this stuff doing for me?
I really like some of it
Like I really like lunch
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