What Comes After Certainty - Bill Callahan

True love is not magic

It’s certainty

And what comes after certainty?

A world of mystery

I stood on the surf in Kauai

While my love videoed me

On honeymoon

The passenger is the driver in ecstasy

And God’s face on the water

Though plain to see

It’s still hard to read

Well, I never thought I’d make it this far

Little old house, recent-model car

And I got the woman of my dreams

And an imitation Eames

And I signed Willie’s guitar

He sang, «Hey good lookin', what you got cookin'?»

And I signed Willie’s guitar when he wasn’t looking

Well, I don’t believe in fate

I believe in destiny

Whoa, my destiny is swerving in the road in front me, drunkenly

When you take responsibility for your own divinity

True love is not magic

It’s certainty

And what comes after certainty?