Never over.

That's one more girl, one more chance down the drain
What the hell do I care? It all ends the same
The girls are all different, I must be to blame
Running away when she starts to get closer
When she hints that maybe I should propose to her
Acting less like a lover and more of a jailor...

Meanwhile, I'm getting old and my bones are achy
And lately this biological clock on the insides of me
Is screaming at me; hey you! with the hair so prettily curled
Isn't it time we get some children out in the world.

The petite ones and tall ones; and all sorts in between
Some four years older than me, or only eighteen
All I've ever done is push them away in the end
Break friendships past what words can mend
And keen after you, after you've left by the door
After your footsteps are gone from the floor,
And the crease in my bed doesn't show any more.

Shit, if I'm too imature to get over this dross
I should just stay home, get sauced
Avoid relationships at any cost.
It's like over and over, the same old story
And reading it so many times makes it boring.

Have I told you how I almost made off with a millionaire?
Put on a debonaire aire almost too much to bare
But with one little slip, I got stupid, got scared,
And ran away. After that, what could I say?

I'm sorry?

I wanted to call, see you again, but I couldn't
Every time that I tried, I felt that I shouldn't
Because longer I wait, the more awkward it gets
And though I regret that I haven't called yet
When the time comes that I go waltzing back in
You'll likely retort, "where the hell have you been?"

I'm so fucked up, can't make one phone call
To save my own life, or my own conscience
And I'd prob'ly be happy with any of you
But I can't bring myself to think that through.

So when push comes to shove, if the hand fits the glove
I'm thinking I'm just a little too young to love.

Sensibility.

She's the kind of girl who can come off so slick
The tighter your fingers the faster she'll slip
And the only way you'll have her is to run away
Funny how she's looking half the other way, eh?

She said that all she had was sensibility
No wit or great looks, no hope of dowry
I wish I had told her 'It's all understood'
Maybe she'd have loved me, maybe she would.

As often as something that's never been seen
Whenever I see her that Paul starts to sing
When my eyes and my ears have all come unglued
And my heart is asimmer, and its juices have stewed

She will remind me of gentler days
Before I was groping at memoryhaze
When the palm of my hand meets the small of her back
She smiles at me, and I'm taken aback

What would she do if I showed up alone
No hand on my arm nor those lips on the phone
No hangers on, so I'm not lost in a crowd
Of like-thinking minds under alcohol's cloud

Just showed up alone, and stood in her way;
Would she stumble or laugh, or turn me away?

Love.

I'll miss the way you wore blue (you were my favorite)
And squint your eyes, when trying some new lover on for size

How you purse your lips, inbetwixt bitter sips of conversation
I've always loved reading novels I don't understand

And I'll miss the way you made my heart go boom-boom-boom
(Just like Jackie Wilson said, you know. He said it, and I've heard it's so)

I'll most definitely miss the way you were yearning, always keening
Always. And the dictionary of heartbreak stuck lengthwise in one ear

Out the other.

Prayer.

This life that we're living, this life that is yours
It's like a one man band on a ninety-year tour
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
Sometimes you get roughed up and they take your shoes

But you are to blame for every chance you take
Rejoice in your triumphes; ignore your mistakes
Things might look bad, but they always improve
You have to start looking, if you want any proof

I've followed the church, it drove me out of my mind
If you stare hard enough even a candle could blind
So it may be time to eschew these vows
It seems that only love can save us now

Let's all choose to live this day today
Before our youth and our springtime is all frittered away
Because you can't choose the way you go
And the time and the place isn't yours to know

Never stop, and don't give in
Recall that love and sex are never a sin
Our praise to god! Let us all declare

That we're willing to take a chance
On this earthly prayer.