Love has left the building.
What’s more, it left without paying the rent.
Don’t bother chasing though,
I know where it went.
Off to confuse another life
And mess up someone else’s score
And to shake up things for
Anyone who dares think that life is such a bore.
And since it is such divine entertainment
Methinks love shouldn’t be,
Charged for living in one’s heart
But enjoyed for as long as can be.
I’m going to hold onto that thought
And shrug and laugh at my fall
After all, when it’s all cleared out & done
What else can one do, after all?