You could count on every side of fate But it will never be. You can wait 'til your face grows long But it will never be. You can write her name one thousand times But it will never be. I heard you'll have a baby And you said you wished it was mine. Flattered from a distance But I took a fork then split a hair. Like the Atlantic meets the Pacific And everything's a young man's dream And fate is an assertive woman And you're the broken earring Beyond repair And it will never be. You can tune yourself against hatred or change your angst to ethos But you'll never have her again And you know it will never be A Detroit factory so black and melted Stands a better chance than the farmers' pollen In a field of grey concrete And you know it will never be