The Tangled Part

Meanwhile, in California or Chicago The girl who you once loved is waking up April light is beaming through her window It tugs at you like something you forgot Wizards and gods couldn't tell you the odds Of the ancient algebra that makes things go Rights come by wrongs, but we keep singing songs Trying to understand the knotted mess below Heat up the iron and stiffen up the starch Get out your pliers to straighten out the stars Like you told me about the French boy with his golden yarn Maybe we are meant to be the tangled part Meanwhile, in Tennessee or Colorado She braids her hair but leaves a few strands loose And still, you go to work and then you come home You wonder what of this you get to choose Lizards and lions rest under Orion's belt A ring of keys without a door Mountains and moons couldn't unspin the loom Of the right turns and the lefts you made before Heat up the iron And stiffen up the starch Get out your pliers To straighten out the stars Like you told me about the French boy With his golden yarn Maybe we are meant to be the tangled part