When the seasons lose their grip
When the tighrope walker slips
I'm counting all the possibilities
When the past becomes the now
When the lost becomes the found
When we fall in love with war
When the angel f*cks the whore
When the road we travel on
Takes us back where we came from
I'm counting all the possibilities
For dancing on this lazy afternoon
In the comfort of the world
In the arms of my big nurse
From the science of the heart
To each animal and plant
Compact, relaxed- intact, give thanks
I'm counting all the possibilities
For dancing on this lazy afternoon