Here and There

It's the first thing you think of

When you think about love

And the answer's so clear it was sent here on the wings of a dove

And not four minutes later

The wings get all caught

By the perfectly reasonable treason of a second thought

You roll your stone one way

You roll it again, just to be sure

And eventually you will see you've been rolling it backwards

But when the moment comes calling

You better move fast

Because you're damned if you do and you're damned if you just let it pass

I don't know, I don't care

That's all I hear 'tween here and there

I don't know how to love that high above the top

Before it goes further

It has to stop

It's the end of the evening

Or is it the start of the morn?

Caressing, careening, house-cleaning

Giving new meaning to the word "torn"

You'll answer the question

With another question

Is it the season of the witch or just seasonal depression?

I don't know, I don't care

That's all I hear 'tween here and there

I don't know how to love that high and never drop

Somewhere 'tween here and there

It has to stop

Now you come to the matter

The matter at hand

And gradually you might actually come to understand

That there's just the one thing

And then there's your mind

Peering through cracks, waxing, waning, and not given at all to be wise

It's the first thing you think of

And the last thing you do

When you think about love

And you muddle up what it means to you

Somewhere 'tween here and there

Somewhere 'tween here and there

Somewhere 'tween here and there

Somewhere 'tween here and there

Somewhere 'tween here and there

Somewhere 'tween here and there

Somewhere 'tween here and there

Somewhere 'tween here and there

Somewhere 'tween here and there