I watch the scissors cut away the dead ends
And I feel myself getting lighter.
I see my face change in the mirror
And I smile in delight.
I muse, a simple solution to a difficult dilemma.
Just like the saying "When in Roam"-
Or perhaps it is Rome?
Either way, I am roaming in this pile of uncertainty
Parked next to a playground out on Highway 21.
Minutes later, I am sitting on your bed noticing how
Your eyes are squinting to see the future
And your preoccupied smile means
There will be wet dreams tonight.
Next thing I know, I am holding a boarding pass
Waiting on a plane to take me away from this boredom.
I hear the gate number being called and
I board the plane holding all my baggage.
I never leave my baggage with the front desk.
So when I check into my hotel,
I take the elevator up to the tenth floor and I find
That when I open the room, you are sitting on my bed
Right where my pillow mint should be.
Then scenes change and seasons change and
Now I am holding the hand of a man in a black tuxedo.
We are talking about sickness and health
And suddenly I hear myself say,
And I'm not even the Bride.
Quite odd, don't you agree?