Pure Chance

What chance of meeting
So far out here
As if repeating
What’s never clear
The verdant meadows
The smoky coil
The air and ether
The boiling soil
I read your novel
The names were switched
I heard you travel
You must be rich
Those distant cities
Are safe and warm
Within their walls
Of chloroform
Home
It’s so far away now
Pure chance
It’s so far
It’s so far away now
My wife was warm
But the water was cold
And she was young
And the ocean was old
There were voices singing from under the sea
As I followed them down I felt them drowning me What chance of meeting
So long ago
Just for a fleeting…
Ah, well you know
How unintentional
A random whim
Coincidental
A shallow thing
Home
It’s so far away now
Pure chance
It’s so far
It’s so far away now
My wife was soft
The mountain was hard
Her skin was smooth
The rocks were scarred
There were voices singing above in the sky
As I followed them up I was prepared to die