"Expectations"

(Brad Kleiman)

 

It's true you can't be faulted

'cuz my expectations are high

You never asked to be exalted,

to be idealised

 

So now I'm left to harbor

some more fictitious feelings,

some companions to the horror

I'm just barely concealing

 

And I wouldn't go backwards,

but I wouldn't stay here

with only melodies and words

to counter the fear

 

Now the backyard sprinklers

are starting to reappear

They rise like peacock feathers

on a showgirl's rear

 

A woman's smile revives me

Her lips warms me like wine

or like electricity

when the two are combined

 

And I wouldn't go backwards,

but I wouldn't stay here

with only melodies and words

to counter the fear