Snake Eyes

What's there to think about? 
What's there to know? 
Wherever the stars end up, 
you'll go 
What's there to fret over? 
You look so nervous
Wherever the days wind down,
you'll be there
     hands in the air

What's to talk about? 
Your heart or your mind?
Whichever one wins out,
it's fine. 
Can you really argue? 
Control is so boring
It's all been scripted out
to ride
     hands in the air

And if you fight with fate
you'll miss the boat, my friend
You wrote the book to prolong
it's bitter end
Fell by the falling numbers,
sifted away intentions
Wherever the dice turn up,
you'll be there
     hands in the air

MM 1999