Say what you want, and do what you will.
Marvelous things will be marvelous still.
They’re out there when you’re busy kicking yourself.
They’re living underneath your revisions and regrets.
Sure there are things I could have done—been better to everyone.
Made myself more clear somehow (and da da da da a da a da da…)
But you could think it to death, worrying about your last breath.
Listen to the Kinks; make tapes for your friends.
Send all the letters you mean to send.
When you’re raising up your hands or crying to the sun,
You’ve got it going on right now, got it going on…
Sure there are things I could have done—been better to everyone.
Carved a name deep in a tree (and da da da da da da da da da)
But you can think it to death, worrying about your last breath.
Why’re you always saying it won’t be fine? Put on the Feelies tape, come on baby, let’s take a ride downtown. You know I love you, wanna slurp you down. Go down, go down to the river, lulled to sleep outside. As long as I can touch the milky inside of your arm, I don’t care if we’re living in a carwash in Allston. I wanna know that we’ll go to a higher place; I wanna know.
© Karen Harris, 2000