W.B. Spanish
I asked a preacher whether I should be happy,
He said in some ways yes and some ways no.
I pressed on in regards to true love,
He said it depends how far you go.
That was many years ago you say, you say, you say
When it comes you will see an ethereal light,
And an angel will strike you to the ground.
And then you roll to the right.
We stayed up late formulating lofty ideals,
A grand fraught with meaning future life.
He said that there must be something better,
So much to see and do and no time to spare.
That was many years ago you say, you say, you say
Now he’s buying hardware for a spice rack,
And a chair to match the paper in his den.
And then you roll to the right.
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