"my sweet one" by phish

m y s w e e t o n e - p h i s h

my sweet one, i'll call you my sweet one
you're my only true sweet one
with my all, i'll call you my sweet one
far away, i'll say your name

oh, with you, i'll travel thick
and with you, i'll also travel thin
and all the spaces in between
i'll travel with you, you're my sweet one

but for now i must sit here and ponder the yonder
the herbivores ate well 'cause their food didn't ever run

my sweet one, i'll call you my sweet one
you're my only true sweet one
with my all, i'll call you my sweet one
far away, i'll say your name

oh, if you're ever unsatisfied with the way life's treating you
you know you can count on me to take good care of you
i love you honey, oh yes i do, you know that's true of course
and if your dog or cat ever dies, i'll buy you a ewe

my sweet one, i'll call you my sweet one
you're my only true sweet one
with my all, i'll call you my sweet one
far away, i'll say your name

Act V. THE TRUTH. (Love is hard work. And, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) Love is a game. If they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. Love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). It's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. It's harder when it asks something of you. You just might be afraid to give. Give it anyway. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest. So if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.