Sugar cubes and rock salt
Poetry and insults
She is in this room but far away
Philosophy and child's play
Blue-skied days
Black-skied nights
Naked skin, covers, fights
Thinking things I'll never say
It's just one of those days
Let me count the ways I love her
Then I'll count the way I don't
I would do anything for her
Except for what I won't
Not much that I won't
Sugar cubes and rock salt
We ante up and we default
The boredom that her eyes convey
We're atheists who kneel and pray
Rising waves, ebbing tiding
Holding hands on coaster rides
Black, white, mix to gray
There will be other days
Let me count the ways I love her
Then I'll count the ways I don't
I could say anything to her
Except for what I don't
Don't know why I don't
Wonder why I don't
Today this kid
He came into my office
Wondering how to ask a girl out
Said she was the kind of pretty
That scared the words away
I said: drop the brief case
Grab a cup pf coffee
talk romantic poets
Told him Read Elizabeth and John
Miss Barrett Browning and Keats live on
Their words are yours to build upon
Never asked Sara on the first date
Used to read Elizabeth and John
Used to talk so much before time wore on
Which one of us is the most with-drawn?
I try to speak like Keats wrote
A Thing of Beauty end quote
But words stay stuck in my throat
Maybe some other day
There will be other days
Today is another day