It’s Destiny… Gasp! by J B Smith & Hanrahan

Invitation stands.
Driven to a foreign land and dropped from the sky,
through a hole in your open hand.

Remembering when carrying on in school
I was driving the line on company time
I didn’t have a clue.
Innocent my frend (especially when I could do it again).
No match from memories,
and stares that catch me unawares.
So casually we seek the ultimate rush—I want to relax!

Suddenly…gasp!
At the door in a flash the clue.

There’s nothing for me to do,
nothing for me to do.

Invitations land, dropped from the sky again,
my sight’s aligned at long last.
It’s Destiny, Gasp!

There’s nothing for you to do.
Nothing for you to do.

Play it to my heart
and act as if convinced it’s all you ever ever ever wanted to do.
Full moon says she’s ready now to drip all over you.
In a flash the clue,
I’m convinced, it’s true,
all you ever ever ever wanted to do.
Ever wanted to do.
Ever wanted to do.