Forgetting Is Believing

In their old ways
Can be there again
Blend it away
To bend it back again

It’s a truce
It’s standing toe to toe
Near both
Throwing the first blow
To leave a couple teeth to spit out

We swim out away
I hope we don’t start to cramp
At least it’s not our age
Can always float on our backs

Well It’s true
It’s true in what they say
It’s a host
And you don’t even know
You just laugh
Laugh and when you don’t
You just stare
And it’s not even there
It’s a joke
And it’s always a big deal
To people who that don’t matter at all

They’re callin’ all the folks that you know
And their voice is always so very small

If we lend our gaze
It’s like'n not come back
So hold your breath babe
There’s always one more left
You said a good pays
It’s the kind of sort of thing that always wins

And when we finally cross the line
We’re dragging behind
Your stroke will be the least that defines
There’s always a distance
Between a shot and a whistle
Between a shot and a whistle
Between a shot and a whistle