We drove blind down the cul-de-sac.nA rocky gallop-style pace.nYou were a looby,nBut your lighting has changed.nFull of bravado,nAnd calling me names.nnTo console is to comfort.nTo recall with true grace.nMy words are coming out too costly.nA rationed pride hesitates.nnIf our reflections are giving, nOn some kind of level.nTo congratulate our impostors,nThat are giving us trouble.nnTo face the unfamiliar,nIs now taking its place.nnLet's keep our efforts elementary,nWith a gusto.nRevolve and swoon in our hushes.nnYou know that things are getting better,nWhen the separation's getting harder.nnForget the full melody of lamenting atnAn altar.nnIf our reflections are giving,nOn some kind of level.nTo congratulate our impostors,nThat are giving us trouble.nnTo face the unfamiliar,nThat's now taking its place.n