The Happy Song

A Buddhist on the subway tells me that

What you want is rarely, if ever, what you need.

And of course, I argue the point like a completely self-righteous idiot.

I was looking for perfection

And it found me, right between the eyes

All this time we spent in bliss,

You know, like all things, it has to fade away

The devil says beware

Cus when you ask, you might get what you want

The devil, he may care

When you ask, you might get what you want

So now I spend most of my time waiting for things to happen,

Letting the wind take me where it will.

Only when it's done do you lose the veil

You get so blind you never see the light coming down the tracks

It keeps me hanging from a thread

Devil drives the train,

Devil pass me by

This is the happy song I wrote for you

You know, this is the happy song I never wrote for you

And after all this time,

And after all the lies

Never dreamed you would seem to me little more than an earthly waste of time

After all these precious opportunities that I had to set things right

Dissolve like regret in heaven, they do

And she said

You write your name in the snow

Yet say nothing.

This is the happy song I wrote for you

This is the happy song I never wrote for you

After all this time, and after all the lies

Never dreamed you would seem to me little more than an earthly waste of time

After all these precious opportunities that I had to set things right

Dissolve like regret in heaven,

Zen Buddhist heaven.