A cautious embrace of the future possibilities that are now on offer.
The singer questioning if it is safe to emerge from the muddy waters
and to stumble into the light.


To me you came
After a foolish spring
Like the welcome rain
But what do you bring?
Will love pass?
How well it distracts
Pantomime farce
Gone in three acts

Will I be broken tomorrow?
Will I be broken tomorrow?
Blended into shape
The love is etched
On you face
But will I be broken tomorrow?

Sweet nectar
Make me happy
Are you a spectre?
Just pink candy
Does your sweet pill
Come with a bitter coat
And after the thrill
Does it catch in your throat?

(P/C) Woolrich