Happy Alone

Call in the air strike, tell them to make the drop.

Initiate a cycle no one but you can stop.

Would it be fair to say that you're in love with love?

And is that enough?

I bet you feel really potent stuff.

The shadows of doubt on how things turn out are typically gray,
but even the stopped clock on the wall is right two times a day.

And it's still enough.

Just how much distance means we're on our own?

And can we be happy alone?

The universe opens up the door, and we go right in, it's there, it's new, it's cool, it's something we've never seen before.

And five minutes in, an egg timer rings, to clip off our carefree flapping wings.

Show us the things we can't afford, then throw us overboard.

But it's still enough.

Just how much distance means we're on our own?

Until I see you off at home, down the sidewalk in my head.

I might be sinking like a stone, but perfectly happy, just openly happy.

In my heart I've always known, I gotta be happy alone.

So burn my mail, destroy the phone, I'd rather be happy alone.

The moving sky, the rocks below, all so perfectly happy alone.

Our little hearts have turned to stone, it better be happy all alone.