If I should live a different life,
Years in which I’m not your wife,
Will these songs I write desert me?
Emptied, weak, would each word hurt me?
I think not, for by your strong hand
My own is strong. That strength would stand
For years to follow these best ones
No matter how our story runs.
Still, I would sure prefer to go
When you ascend from here below
So our shared dream of weightless sex
Could be made real in what comes next!