Something, Pt. One - Savants

Is there water on Mars?

What’s the sex of the sun?

Living in the moment of the visitors

Can a castle dream?

What’s a human engine?

Love is the answer but I sometimes miss the question

My purring cat writes pulp vagabond fiction

And all the hep cats show off violet diction

In the hologram bookstore we set our scene

If it’s not enough for you well then it’s good enough for me

And when in doubt I prefer to be vague

Everything with grace in this gilded age

It was a bad day for tennis shoes

I could see it in your face

You tried to hide it but you turned the other way

Love’s brought me round the world

Squander brings me back

Stuck in a corner and I want to react

Will they ever play this song on the radio station?

Worry is but a misuse of the imagination