Does it ever sneak up on you
Something might not be right
Looks quite convincing yes
But really only seeming
Do you ever wonder
How all this came to be
Whether you're comfortable
Or silently screaming
Do you remember
Finding out
There'd probably
Be no magic
Be no ghosts
Be no angels
No answered prayers
And do you ever get a notion
That there should be
Could be
Might be
Four walls
A footpath
Time turning true
The surest things I know
Like how I count on you
The keyboard clicks
Coffee temperature
A creak of the door
And how the ground so perfectly solid
Never moves
Do you remember
Finding out
There'd probably
Be no magic
Be no ghosts
Be no angels
No answered prayers
And do you ever get a notion
That there should be
Could be
Might be
Could be should be
Might be
Something more