For more than forty years we’ve lived a lie.
There isn’t any way we should be here.
Statistics say there isn’t any way.
I‘d only known you for a couple weeks.
We’d only dated twice before I asked;
Before you answered yes. The chances were
Abysmal we’d succeed. Your parents knew
We wouldn’t last a year. We didn’t have
A thing in common. You were teaching. I
Was almost unemployable, a flake
With dreams the world would never see fulfilled.
And yet another year has passed, and we
Are here, together. But will it last?
There isn’t any reason that it should.
You’re still the one connected to the world.
I’m still the one who hasn’t got a clue,
Who’s head is stuffed with cobwebs and with dreams.