Making Whoopee

 

Someday I’m going to make it all

            Make sense

I’m going to spin round and round

            Just fast enough

To catch up to what’s happening

            To me

            To you

            To us

 

Somehow I’ve got to make it all

            Make sense

I’ve got to twist it and turn it

            In just the right way

To see what’s going on

            With me

            With you

            With us

 

Like the Magic Eye picture

            If you stand just so—

                        If you squint like this—

When the stars are aligned

When the universe says, “Yes”

It will fall into place

Like morning dew on

Young blades of grass

Glistening in early sunlight

 

Someday I’m going to make it.

Make it all make sense.