The Art of Pulling - Elsinore

Getting through to you is like

Putting things in jars to keep them new

But, this disconnect and genuflection

Is something I don’t understand or want to

There’s something in the water here

That keeps blood pumping, legs and feet running

I’m forgetting all about the weeks, the days

The hours, and minutes spent alone

You should tell me now if you think

You’ve got the answer

I’ve got the feeling you’ve got it all wrong

You could stay in bed from the summer to the winter

But, that won’t do you any good

No, that won’t do you any good

Who’s got the time and who’s got the money?

What’s in between your head and your body?

Who ever said that this would be easy?

I’m putting fingers to your neck

And checking for a pulse or anything

And you should consider last fall

A wakeup call, alarm bells ringing

Give me a heartbeat

Remember your feet

Tuck it all in, tighten it up

You should catch the symbolism

Hiding in your heart-space

I’ve got the feeling it’s been there all along

You could stick around 'til the middle of the spring

But, what are the means to the end?

What are the means to the end?

Who’s got the time and who’s got the money?

What’s in between your head and your body?

No one ever said that this would be easy