Can we embrace
Can we replace
All the things in haste

We waste

Can we pursue

Me and you
And all the things like paste
We taste


Can we pursue


Can we construe
Can we resign
At what the alpine level

Raise the line drawn

We would go out

Into the city at night
A Beowulf hound
Oft lost

Till I found a place
With fancy doorman
Hell, more %#@! for the fan

A sudden expanse
And I love romance


All under the color of light
Hell more fuel for the plight
And the rockets red stare

Descending hearts lacking all care
Gave proof to the trite
That their lives were going somewhere

Oh say does that new fangled planner yet save
Our souls from mute toil
Or our $$# from the grave


Can we pursue
Me and you

With all the things like paste
We taste
Can we transpire

While we perspire
Dragging the heart monitor
To the razor wire

Can we construe
Me and you
What'll we do