A young man was planning
On watching a ball game
His team did not make it
And so he went dancing

An old man wears long sleeves
Even in summer
Because there’s an airplane
Tattooed on his forearm

I don’t believe in fate
Or permanence for its own sake
But everyday now proves
The perfect fit of me and you

A corsage remembered
Is pure white and feathers
Pressed in a phonebook
It’s dirty and parchment

A daisy grows freely
An uneven number
Readily counted
Before it’s dismembered

I don’t believe in fate
Or permanence for its own sake
But everyday now proves
The perfect fit of me and you

Stars cross and align
And shine bright and burn out
And take this goodnight wish
To see you tomorrow

I don’t believe in fate
Or permanence for its own sake
But everyday now proves
The perfect fit of me and you