An Answer For Everything

You should fold up your telescope Chuck your compass at the unknown You should shoot out every star All they've gotten you is lost They burned out so long ago Those twinkly little lights We hung from the window sill Just above our bed Our first studio We barely could make the rent So we held our world on a string We had an answer for everything You kept those dirty polaroids In an atlas under your mattress On the page for Illinois They probably should have been destroyed Yet you kept them, how very tragic That road trip to Champaign We stayed at your sister's place On a pull-out bed An engagement ring hidden in my dopp kit We were young and dumb and free We had an answer for everything Everything, now here we are Broken down as two prisoners Constant questioning has left us embittered In youth we held the keys We had an answer for everything --- An Answer for Everything - Tim Kasher