Funny, we wouldn't bother to see what would ensue
That day, a few days after I’d turn forty-two,
Starting to wonder about me and you

Starting to ask myself : what does it mean?
No children, no affairs, just fantasies
And a love-life reduced to soft-core pornography.

Meanwhile, a newly hired analyst all over you
And your eyes a small difference, a difference of hue
The difference between blue-green and green-blue.