What It Is

ItÂ’s whatÂ’s not there that makes
WhatÂ’s there what it is
ItÂ’s whatÂ’s not there that makes
WhatÂ’s there what it is
Seems like weÂ’re quite in demand
More faint praise, well IÂ’ll be damned
ShipÂ’s run aground on the rocks
Not all that unorthodox
ItÂ’s whatÂ’s not there that makes
WhatÂ’s there what it is
Fate cuts her clothÂ….
Ragged mean
You miss the ceremony
He sleeps, she wakes, then she tires
Leave us to our frying pan and fires
ItÂ’s whatÂ’s not there that makes
WhatÂ’s there what it is
ItÂ’s sculpture, sculpture, feed me to the vultures
ItÂ’s whatÂ’s not there that makes
WhatÂ’s there what it is