When the sun in the west sinks out of the sky When the starry procession twinkles in your eyes When the snowcaps melt off and they build up again When I finish the question with the supplied light pen

Then I won’t be even close to done With loving you

When I finish this song, put the squeezebox away When I pay for that burger this coming Tuesday When the kids that we raise both move out of the house When the world says goodbye to the last Preble’s mouse

Then I still won’t be close to done With loving you

When the people behead the last technocrat When they build Seminova on the upper North Platte When the icecaps melt off and we sail ‘cross the pole When the skies open up, rolled back like a scroll

Even at that time you’ll still be my perfect rhyme And I won’t be close to done With loving you