And then I saw her breasts
And all the world went gone
And despair set in at beauty’s touch
And I began to fawn.
The thing that gets me when I think
On all those years ago
Is what I missed by being dumb
And how my heart laid low.
I can’t believe the things I said
And meant with all my heart
But Solomon wise Solomon,
Had it from the start.
“Do you believe in chances?”
My friend once asked of me
Second, third, eternity
“I have no choice, you see.”
I feel a slave to what I know
And this is surely true
Feelings and beliefs are wild
Untamed by me and you.
The heart has tricks and uses them
To try and sooth its pains
But even in the desert place
The spring can bring the rains.
The promises of deadly sin
Are honey on the tongue
But when you’re old and grey my friend
So will be the young.
The more things change the more they stay
Exactly just the same
Can you fight the soul inside?
Can your heart be tame?
When they lay me in the dirt
Or burn me out at sea
I hope the dream those breasts evoked
Can ever sinless be.