I miss my delusions.
They were grand.
They took me out to dinner.
They took me for a ride
Into the dazzling sunset
And the silent countryside,
And sometimes if the moon was right,
We would 'run out of gas,'
Kiss until the stars came up,
Make love til night had passed
And another day had dawned.

And it really did seem like the sun came up.
It seemed that the sky was blue.
It almost seemed to matter
That I showed up to work with you.
Who knew that the earth was turning?
Who knew the market would crash?
That interest rates and Father Time would repossess all that trash?

But as I sit and watch the waves
Roll over all this sand,
I miss you
And my delusions,
Oh,so grand.

-jenn