who knew   at this party that   i would walk in and i'd see you   i guess now   we could just get drunk   yeah and that could be our excuse   you could slip   and outta nowhere   i could be there to catch your fall   and we could laugh   at ourselves   and the writing that's on the wall      it's a narrow margin   just room enough for regret   in the inch and half between   hey, how ya been?   and   can i kiss you yet?   so we talk like   nervous neighbors over a tall fence   true love   but for the lack of providence      but i just got one more   thing to tell you      cuz words are vitamins   and life is short   and i know when we get up   to the front office   we're gonna have to fill out   a full report   the first question will be   what were you thinking?   and the next question will be   what did you say?   and then they're gonna check to see   if the answers to one and two   matched up much   along the way      in the interest of poetry   and the cowboy movie   that's you and me   i'm back on the horse now   and i'm riding   i am striding so effortlessly   what i mean is   it's late   much too late for us   and i'm fixing to go home   with just my conscience   and a bitter sense of irony   as my chaperone