I stop to think about some words and laugh at pointless punctuation,
The way we paint a pretty poem or modify a situation,
The way a darling prim and proper handles homeless recollection,
Or tries to cool a heated lover
with a smile and an inflection,

My neighbor waves a hug and
stumbles down the porch intoxicated,
And everyone is staring at the trees trying to find different ways
To say “elated,”

Now is this progress that we’ve made or is it sexual frustration?
A president that never fades or pacifies a crying nation,
You can hug me, you can kiss me, I can’t quite tell if you mean it,
And we go out and pick a movie, It don’t matter if we’ve seen it,

I take a sentence that I’ve heard
and wander off in eight directions,
I walk into a restaurant and try to make a big connection

There’s always something to be said.
There’s always somebody who means it,
And of the mess that we all dread,
There’s always somebody who cleans it.

I love the early morning hours when you’re too tired to wear your makeup,
I rectify a casual smile just minutes after we both wake up,
I listen to God’s honest truth and then I’m asked about the weather,
I say “hello, how do you do” and drop an anvil on a feather,

Now when you tell me that you love me are you thinking of your mother?
‘Cause when I’m honest with myself I imitate my older brothers,

I’d love to meet you at a party,
I’d love to take you out to dinner,
Some day you’ll line me up with strangers and you’ll pick yourself
a winner,

There’s always something to be said.
There’s always somebody who means it,
And of the mess that we all dread,
There’s always somebody who cleans it,
We shape our lips and face and hands,
To try to recreate a story,
And though nobody understands,
We bask in sunshine and its glory.