Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

The old man in line stepped off to the curb
To ask for an autograph
From a former divine purveyor of truth
They've got the same reasons for
Falling behind and losing their nerve
They'll take the well-travelled path home.

The lovers decide to anchor the moon
And drift toward the open stars
And the paper divide that settles the sky
They've got the same reasons for
Needing to find some happiness soon
They'll take the well-travelled path home.

And what's ever in it for you?
You and your arbitrary sovereign dominion
What's in it for you?

She cuts off the light and walks to her room
Turns on the old phonograph
And breathes out a sigh, and stares at the wall
She writes down her reasons then
Hangs them to dry on her mother's loom
She'll take the well-travelled path home.

And what's ever in it for you?
You and your arbitrary desperate opinion
What's in it for you?
And what's ever in it for you?
You and your solitary sovereign dominion
What's in it for you?