An Answer For Everything

You should fold up your telescope
Chuck your compass at the unknown
You should shoot out every star
All they’ve gotten you is lost
They burned out so long ago
Those twinkly little lights
We hung from the window sill
Just above our bed
Our first studio
We barely could make the rent
So we held our world on a string
We had an answer for everything
You kept those dirty polaroids
In an atlas under your mattress
On the page for Illinois
They probably should have been destroyed
Yet you kept them, how very tragic
That road trip to Champaign
We stayed at your sister’s place
On a pull-out bed
An engagement ring hidden in my dopp kit
We were young and dumb and free
We had an answer for everything
Everything, now here we are
Broken down as two prisoners
Constant questioning has left us embittered
In youth we held the keys
We had an answer for everything