I’ll tie myself onto the rack
And if you want, I’ll tie you, too
Then we’ll stretch and stretch and stretch and stretch
Until we snap in two
Then my good half and your good half
Can run away and play
And we’ll just leave those other halves
To stretch and stretch away
A sliced up golf ball in the grass
The morning dew in sun
The water flowing under ice
Before the day’s undone
You’re late for school, the car is here
The creek is on the rise
You must have known me better then
Through that gray disguise
Better here than over there
With the halves all left behind
Better here than over there
It was good then . . . never mind