Forever Falling

I reorganized the diary
I had penciled in a window for us to meet
Though I knew that you'd be dancing to different beat
When you showed up. I was ready
For whatever psychodrama you'd got in store
Yeah, we both knew we'd have been through this before

Check the time and motion
Put a stopwatch on the story and don't look back
As we lock in to our repetitious act

You're the eager beaver, keen to make a mark
I'm a true believer, whistling in the dark
Building up the fever

Over and over we go through the motions
Hold on the notion one day it might change
Try not to show it but we're lost in the moment
Meanwhile I try to hold on to the ghost of a chance
Falling through my fingers

Season by season we seek an agreement
Beyond rhyme and reason, however estranged
Meeting and greeting, our time here is fleeting
Meanwhile we wheel around in an impression of dance
Falling through our fingers
It's all falling through our fingers

What'd you really want
Dare you ever say
What you really want?
Watch it slip away…

And the moral of the story
If there's one at all is, surely, to get a grip
On what's forever falling through our fingers
Forever falling through our fingertips

You're the eager beaver, keen to make a mark
I'm a true believer, whistling in the dark
What a pair of divas! What a pair of bright sparks!