Walking home from work
Stop at the supermarket, condemement aisle
A jar of pickles catches the eye

Make eye contact with a solitary pickle
Bought the jar took it home


Made it up the stairs
Made it through the doorway, waded through the floor
Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom door

The truest room in the whole damn house

Singin' love is the answer to a question

That I have forgotten
But I know I've been asked
And the answer has got to be love love love


Now Feeding time with TV
Then sleeping time, not sleepy

So reading time with pickle
But were the bed side lamp had been
Is now a milignant soft soft green


Has it always been this way?
Is it possible all this magic went unnoticed?

Maybe things will start to change
And life will turn a better page
No more rain


Singin' love is the answer
To a question i know I've been asked

And the answer has got to be love love love

Tomorrow back to work again

Run to the supermarket, running hopeful through the aisles
Haven't been this happy in a long time
But not a single jar was smiling afterall


But pickle jars are just pickle jars
And pickles are just pickles

Ingredients ... water, salt, cucumber, garlic and pickling spices

But love is the answer to a question

That I've forgotten
But I know I've been asked
And the answere has got to be love