Largest as yet unanswered question And you said, "why bother at all"
The prettiest girl in the room Stood, collected her things And though you didn't notice there I was the prettiest woman with you There's gotta be a better way
My father in his youth set off With a kite and a liter of wine No ribbons, no starting gun And it's always the same:
The neighbors, the papers, Said this evening we could see Thousands of fast-falling stars And that sort of thing happens Just once in lifetimes like ours
This was our very last chance