I've often dreamt of a conversation
That just keeps coming up again and again
We're sitting in the Baby Bar bereft
At a shadowy table out past the sentences end
From until it's no longer fun
To that's no longer relevant
From until we're no longer one
To the bona-fide embodiment of an endless
Emergency without end
We're an endless emergency without end

We often stop in these conversations,
Things we say here stay here forever amen
When everything seems either funny or lousy,
Funny or lousy, that's where it usually ends

From until it's no longer fun
To that's no longer relevant
From until we're no longer one
To that's no longer permanent
From the last survivors of those terms
To the bona-fide embodiment
Of an endless emergency
Without end
We're an endless emergency
Without end
We're an endless emergency
Without end,

But
Your finger starts to wiggle
And
Landscapes emerge