Maybe the world has finally gone so wrong It's taken all the pleasure out of being right Even ordinary things seem so far out of reach That they are almost out of sight So why propose worst case scenarios? They seem to find ways to come true We live in an imperfect world That we must concede And some things are impossible Take that as agreed But getting some of what you want And most of what you need? Perhaps, perhaps Now that the endless march of bitterness has worn us out It could be time to call a halt Sometimes even victims of injustice must admit That something might have been their fault All the same assigning all the blame Could take all the time in the world And I don't have that kind of time, forever is a curse And I don't want to be the ruler of the universe But staying in a little world that won't get too much worse? Perhaps, perhaps. "A world of our own" sounds so trite But that's almost all right The way I thought that it would be has vanished in the air And most of it's impossible, and I don't really care But reaching out for somebody who's actually there? Perhaps, perhaps.