the man on the side away

she says one thing and i smile
just one thing and i smile
if we were walking
would i smile
for the whole lovely mile??

she makes one joke and i laugh
just one joke and I laugh
if she told half a joke
at the half
would i laugh??

one minute is forever
just one minute - forever
if we were together
something bigger than eternity
would i discover?

if she dies, i'm her mother
to bring her back into this world

if she's in danger, i'm her brother
to smother whatever harms this girl

and if she's lost, i'm her father
to lead her back home

I'm that guy, the man on the side
in line for when she's alone

reciprocation is not as sure and morning precipitation
its more rare like the Bose-Einstein form of condensation
stuff is so cold that it makes new matter
and your love confessions are not bold enough
to make you matter
so you scatter, and search for other crop
hell i'll wait for 12 months for new seed to drop

the world will soon be complete, when i'm with her
i'll collect that harvest like our friend Demeter
but fall rolls around and the winds have other plans
the zephyr carry my seed into the arms of another man
you see?
no i dont!
how can it be?!
what tragedy befell a guy like me...
who allowed patience to conduct my symphony

silence...
i give my answer in the silence...
i find no use for rage or tempestuous violence
i just wait for mine to vindicate
as i walk with my back facing her flowers wither away
my righteous bow i take
of final indignate
stooping to pick plants in another field
while her stems are to be plowed and made
into a stack of horses hay.
and her flowers laid waste in a field of grey
where the man on the side once waited