The ink's still wet on the page I'm becomin' engaged As I notice little details that no one sees And turn 'em all around 360 degrees Is anybody ever immune To catchy air-borne tunes So infectious I'd love the bug If you're contagious you'd be worth the hug Until I feel bad about it and wish it would go away Until I feel great about it and wish it were here to stay It comes and goes in waves; some have said it saves According to the ink on the page History's all ready arrived Remnants fight to survive The recent past is no less the same An everlasting massive telephone game The ink's still wet on my skin Bubblin' up from within Dipped in the inkwell of empathy I've got a quill that's beckoning me In calligraphy (Though we disappear the ink dries indelibly)