Nobody sings that anymore –
She’s missed hearing that song;
And then her mind begins to pour,
The thoughts all in a throng

The harmonies, a dissonance,
The melody is strife:
She is not where she needs to be;
She ought to have
A life

It only takes a moment for
A spark to start a fire;
It only takes a single thought
To light a fresh desire

For life is all or not-at-all
To spend a given span:
For her, the day will end
A different one
Than it
Began