she says, “we can make it that way.”
and i’m just talking about the moon.
and she’s talking about it too.
but then I think she’s talking about everything.
and if only those words were the soundtrack to my life.
if only there was an electronic ticker over everything all the time.
constantly informing me that we haven’t reached the bottom yet.
but i’m constantly looking for science fiction.
and for magical creatures and ancient legends.
something mystic that will guide me into the direction of all things good.
little did I know I had it all along.
we could change the world if we wanted to.
but i keep saying tomorrow. tomorrow. tomorrow.
we can make it that way. we can make it that way.
we can make it that way.