Some plans were made and rice was A house was built, a baby How time can move both fast and slow me So I raise my glass to To the hand and its accuracy To the size of everything The is the sand You can't hold it in hand It won't bow to your no difference you can make, there's no difference you can make And if it seems an accident A collage of Then you weren't looking enough I looking hard enough at it An for consciousness The of the blind insect Who makes to the flower bed, and dies in the first freeze Oh, I want to learn simple things No politics, no history, what I want and what I need can finally be the same I just got myself to Leave up to fate When choices I could make, when there's choices I could make And now my needs a polygraph, always so eager to pack my bags I really want to stay, when I really want to stay When I want to stay, I want to stay I don't to stay, I don't want to stay The arc of time, the of sex The innocence you protect Each quarter step, each marble Walk up and down that lonely cleft wanting the next one Each wanting the next one to wanting the next one Each wanting the next one to Argument for conciousness, the instinct of the insect Who never thinks not to accept its fate, that's faith, that's happiness in You give to the one you give to the on down the line You give to the one You give to the next on the line The levity of longing that distills each inside my head My morning down forget On silver stars I wish and wish and on to the next one Move on to the next one down the Move on to the one Move on to the next one the line You get to the one You get to the next on down the You get to the one You get to the next on the line