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Thirty odd years before on some grass covered wasteland, |
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A boy is observed on his own who is watching and playing. |
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He's just made a pact with himself, |
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If that rabbit over there |
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Doesn't go down yonder hole, |
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Let the ground beneath him disappear. |
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And it runs on past, |
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Fades away in the distance |
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But the earth doesn't move, nobody thought that it would. |
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He makes bets and pledges again and again. |
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Sometimes he wins, sometimes he loses, no matter, |
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Some might call him stupid |
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To tempt fate in this way, |
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But he really does believe in it |
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Each time the rules are made |
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There he goes again, |
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'if i never fall for a lady then let me famous, let me be wise -' |
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Now this one i like, |
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It has a different ring, |
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Instead of something trivial |
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That's a serious undertaking. |
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So i say to you, |
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This time i think i'll act, |
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I'll be a witness to this contract, |
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I'll settle everything. |
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So if you should ever fall in love |
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You'll not only not be wise, |
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You'll lose your memory and most of your mind |
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And i've never been known to lie... |
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And now he's not really sure if he truly heard someone, |
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So what if he did, he thinks, for nothing will happen, |
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Though he seems to shrug it off |
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He won't play that game again, |
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Forever morning after the night before |
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When even one drop would cause pain. |
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And the years go by. |
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The incident is all but forgotten by one |
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But the other who lives it remembers that innocent fun. |
