Nirvana

Intro: The children had all left home The house was like a ship without a sail They headed for the sunset Where maybe they would find a holy grail The bedrooms were all rigged up The posters of my (?) - were ripped away Each day was blessed with freedom As they would try to find something to say She kept a little journal He scanned them out to see If they could find Nirvana And where that place might be She had lots of things to do They kept the plastic covers on the chairs It drove him around the twist They both were wondering what they might have missed. He quibbled with ambition She fell into a rut They sat and read the papers In sequence they would touch The creeping realization Like a punch in the gut Each day like the one before The dreams evaporated As the weeks and months turned into years The queasy feeling that they wanted more He said his word was final She heard him slam the door Anytime she would pipe up He heard it all before Although they blame each other Really they knew the score They were in this together Like children holding back tears They've come so far to end up With nothing down the years to end