Company Calls Epilogue

Tune of the day CXXXVIII.

It was actually pretty hard for me to decide on which version of this song I’d post as TotD, but after a little pondering, I decided that, as much as I love the original one, this alternate one – with an ‘epilogue’ suitingly added to the title – is my preference. It’s sad, and beautiful. My heart sighs.

Synapse to synapse, the possibility’s thin
I’m dressed up for free drinks
And family greetings on your wedding
Your wedding
Your wedding date
The figures in plastic
On the wedding cake
That I took
Were so real

And I kept a distance
The complications cloud
The postcards and blips through fiberoptics
As the girls with the pigtails
Were running from little boys wearing bow ties
Their parent bought them
I’ll catch you this time

Crashing through the parlor doors
What was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly
I’ll tell you mine

You were the one
But I can’t spit it out
When the date’s been set
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately

Synapse to synapse
The sneaky kids had attached beer cans
To the bumper so they could drive
Up and down the main drag
People would turn to see
Who’s making the racket
It’s not the first time

When they lay down
The fish will swim upstream
And I’ll contest but they won’t listen
When the casualty rate’s near 100%
And there isn’t a pension for second best
Or for hardly moving

Crashing through the parlor doors
What was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly
I’ll tell you mine

You are the one
But i can’t spit it out when the date’s been set
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately

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