Can’t believe it, can’t conceive it

You just say the nicest things

Can’t explain it, can’t retain it

But when you say it, my heart sings

Can’t defy it, cannot choose it

Can’t accept it, can’t refuse it

You just say the nicest things, and

Every word impossible.

If the oceans ran red, if the sun burned blue

If the trees grew upside-down

Maybe I’d have some time with you

If the Winter were Spring, if the Summer were Fall

If tomorrow were yesterday

Then I’d believe you all in all

© 1993 Pamela Cardullo Ortiz