New season, can you accept it with grace
And it’s been an age since I’ve seen your face
And for all my intuitive understanding 
I can never reply to what you are demanding
In splintered prose
And less travelled roads
It all gets so tiresome and weary
I just want someone to see it clearly
And I had thought that you
Had peered through
The vast abyss or canyon cavern
To something more than a tavern
With spirits and ale
A chalice that is not up for sale
I support the columns because should they fall
There would be an unholy clatter in the hall
Like that time we shattered glass
Or broke the branch of class
With our own brand of free
Now he’s talking to me
And it’s like all my dreams have come true
In the midst of me and you
And absent weight
A moment to forget the hate
And all that weighs us down 
We could be the coolest folks in the town
Your words, not mine
And every crime
Has its resolution
And the solution
Is meeting them where they are
Every person, I don’t care who you are
Has a star
At the core of their being 
Even though they may not be seeing
The light sublime
I wouldn’t trade it in if it were mine