You could count on every side of fate
But it will never be.
You can wait 'til your face grows long
But it will never be.
You can write her name one thousand times
But it will never be.
I heard you'll have a baby
And you said you wished it was mine.
Flattered from a distance
But I took a fork then split a hair.
Like the Atlantic meets the Pacific
And everything's a young man's dream
And fate is an assertive woman
And you're the broken earring
Beyond repair
And it will never be.
You can tune yourself against hatred or change your angst to ethos
But you'll never have her again
And you know it will never be
A Detroit factory so black and melted
Stands a better chance than the farmers' pollen
In a field of grey concrete
And you know it will never be