. . . Intelligence . . .
Heard somebody say. . .
. . . They overheard you
Just the other day
A simple word
About the
way we get along
If only I were sure
Of the semantics
Having doubts
'cause I'm
One hopeless romantic
Could it be
You're slipping away
from me
What will I do
If what I'm thinking is true
And you want to
be
Really free of me
I won't last very long
Very far from your heart
And this third-hand intelligence
Might be the way that it starts.
Heard
somebody say
They thought they saw you
Walking in their way
You were not
alone
They said he didn't look like
Thinking to myself
Must be
mistaken
Try not to believe
but still badly shaken
Why would you
Deceive me in things you do
So many years
Sharing our laughter and
tears
Lasted very long
Maybe I was wrong
Not to ask you
Why you
feel
We've drifted apart
And this third-hand intelligence
Might be the
way that it starts
Are my sources reliable
Wait and
see
Wait and see
Is my psyche too pliable
It could be
It could
be
If somebody said
The sky was falling
Soon
we'll all be dead
Have to quit our stalling
Try to be prepared
Would you believe it's true
Or would you question
All the things you do
And change your direction
From spinning round
When it hits the ground
That's just not true
Any believers are few
When you've seen it all
It could never fall
Any more than
I think you could
Tear us apart
And
this third-hand intelligence
Might be the way that it starts
Hear
THIRD-HAND
INTELLIGENCE
©1997 Raymond M. Jozwiak
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