The Odds

You look like you could use a drink.
Silence's a cheat,
don't let it sing.

Don't let it tell you what to think,
don't let it fool you
that all of the odds
are stacked against you.

When all of your notions crack in the middle,
all of your guesses vex you a little,
think of the odds,
how out of the ordinary
we are here at all.

All of the fights, all the rights, all the riddles,
we are stuck in here,
in this design,
we could
see what it can do.

Times we've been odd to one another...
oh, how rare
a gift you are.

Oh, I know we're not always easy with each other,
but come on,
it's worked this far.

All of you notions crack in the middle,
all of your guesses may vex me a little,
but given the odds,
how out of the ordinary
we are here at all.

All of the fights, all the rights, all the riddles,
I am stuck in here,
in this design
with you.
Let's see what it can do.