When a certain kind of person
Turns a certain kind of age
And a certain kind of lover
Turns a certain kind of page
It’s a moment fraught with danger
And a certain kind of choice
An uncertain kind of strangeness
Or a certain stranger’s voice
Call it wisdom call it knowledge
It’s a question of degree
And a certain understanding
That what will be will be
So mark your book of learning
And join me at the edge
And maybe we will speak then
Of what is in our heads
One will strike the flame there
And one will set the fire
In its ashes there is heartbreak
But in its warmth there is desire
