Whoʼs To Say

 

Maybe youʼll find a time where it seems you donʼt seem to weigh on your
partnerʼs mind – Or so it seems
As anything more than a weight to help keep the
Mattress held down overnight
So it doesnʼt randomly ascend into the
Bedroom ceiling fan light
Which hasnʼt worked the way it should for say
the last twelve years anyway
No breeze cut your way

 Oh , whoʼs to say? 

Maybe youʼll be sittinʼ down
With the holidays coming ‘round
And your head switched off
‘Cause it feels like a tired old little town
Where nothing new is kicking around
All the new ideas moving on once theyʼve found
Nothing there but stifling air and
ugly old notions anyhow
And reaching for a snow globe
Maybe you might find yourself gasping
When you identify with the lonesome figure
In the bubble in your grasp and
All alone in the center of a blizzard
Of wet debris
Are there parallels there to square or just a
maudlin fantasy
 
Oh, who’s to say?
 
Perhaps someday maybe
You might tune into a sign
While slowly milling forward in some
Grocery store check out line
That with maybe one baby step more forward
You could breach the ceiling into the sky

In one spectacular display of top-blowing

And the clerk wouldnʼt miss a step just

Repeat cash, charge or check? 

While the roof debris rains down

Someone will say “Who was that clown?”

And the crowd might all just laugh and go

On about their way

But rest assured though gone youʼll probably

Be haunting their jokes for days 

Oh, whoʼs to say?