My Rube Goldberg Machine

Every morning starts the fall, Rube Goldberg machine to call
The worry and the wonder into view

It's a cunning cam for tilted heads, machines built for the living dead
Buried under anything that's true

So tell me Mary-Anne of the misty morning dew drops
Soaking through your shoes

Is there any chance you'd humor me today?
Or are you already blue?

Oh That's fine, I didn't bet the farm. But I lost it anyway
It's all a house of cards that will tumble someday

Every Moment drops down as water
Adding itself to the world

Then the sun beats down and stirs into the sky, the sum of our love

And through the falling rain, refracted by the sky
A distant memory, a warm and sad goodbye

Oh that's fine! I didn't bet the farm on it anyway
It's all a house of cards, it will tumble someday



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Colburn
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