When the lake's on firenWith all the world's desiresnWhen he shakes the stars abovenWhen we lose the ones we lovennWhen the seasons lose their gripnWhen the tightrope walker slipsnnI'm counting all the possibilitiesnnWhen the past becomes the nownWhen the lost becomes the foundnWhen we fall in love with warnWhen the angel fucks the whorennWhen the road we travel onnTakes us back where we came fromnnA million kinds of possibilitiesnFor dancing on this lazy afternoonnnIn the comfort of the worldnIn the arms of my big nursenFrom the science of the heartnTo each animal and plantnnCompact, relaxed- intact, give thanksnnI'm counting all the possibilitiesnFor dancing on this lazy afternoon