John T. Wurzer - Rather Odd

Sometimes right and sometimes wrong
Sometimes the second time around ends up being a song
Sometimes I'm as wise as you but other times I have no clue
It's January; every crocus is in bloom
The daffodil sprouts have hopes but they'll be dead soon
I'm not saying its climate change; but is it possible that God
Awoke in a senile haze this morning; and is acting rather odd

But how old is God? How's he holding up
Has he been hanging out homeless on a corner jangling change in an old tin cup
Has he lost his focus? Has he fallen behind
Can he see straight or has he gone blind
Is he finally short a couple of miracles in his once unrivaled mind

Sometimes here and sometimes there
Sometimes the second time around still isn't fair
Sometimes I'm the first to know and other times I miss the show
It's rainy and it's foggy and it's dark, and seeping gloom
It's April now and every Christmas carol has lost its tune
I'm not saying that it's global warming but it's still possible that God
Awoke in a senile haze this morning and is acting rather odd

How old is God? How's he holding up
Has he been hanging out homeless on a corner jangling change in an old tin cup
Has he lost his focus? Has he fallen behind
Can he see straight or has he gone blind
Is he finally short a couple of miracles in his once unrivaled mind

Sometimes right and sometimes wrong
Sometimes the second time around ends up being a song
Sometimes here and sometimes there
Sometimes life the second time around still isn't fair

Written by:
John Wurzer

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