Was only visiting but the thing is in running from disaster Getting clotheslined by an ever-after plans run another way Farce of all the slamming doors what you thought was yours That ace up your sleeve showing hearts through a cotton blend And submission of the little ego Night sweats and hedging bets and abdicating agency To the blame of others' circumstance Only visiting only visiting This time a round- trip into the ground And the siblings, children ante up or fold 'em down Do it all again anyhow