Happenstance

Well marked
And tremblin'
Waterlogged
And fumblin'

Painfully shy
To let it go the distance

Trance after trance

So cold
Fingers fumblin'
So young
And tumblin'

Here you don't got a prayer
Barely half a chance
Loving the leaning on
Loving the leaning on
Of happenstance

Too dark
And stumblin'
Watermark
A tremblin'

Therein
The loving tilt
Of your stance

Here in
The lilt of lip and
Strange romance

Therein
The lean and tilt
Of your stance

Learning to love
Learning to love
Happenstance