Summer, Highland Falls

They say that these are not the best of times

But they're the only times I've ever known

And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own

Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes

And I can only stand apart and sympathize

For we are always what our situations hand us

It's either sadness or euphoria

And so we argue and we compromise

And realize that nothing's ever changed

For all our mutual experience

Our separate conclusions are the same

Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity

Our reason co-exists with our insanity

And though we choose between reality and madness

It's either sadness or euphoria

How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies

Perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies

And so we'll stand upon the ledges of our lives

With our respective similarities

It's either sadness or euphoria