Lost My Motto - Cotton Mather

She’s on the payroll of the Vatican Bank

But she works in an American book store

And her husband is the Byzantine type

I asked her what she had to do at St Mike’s

She said «I came here trying to remember something,»

«But I’m only in it now for the wine»

Her daddy doesn’t run the store

And what’s more, he gets no confession from me

I lost my motto

I lost my motto

She expects no optical illusions from me

Not that she doesn’t give me plenty to witness

It’s just I don’t know how to part the Red Sea

I don’t want to be in his morality play

He thinks that marriage is a good institution

So let him find a girl to keep it that way

It might make it better that he’s bad to her

But I don’t know what’s happened to my boundaries

I lost my motto

I lost my motto

I lost my motto

And I don’t think this is an issue with God

When it comes to the law, I wouldn’t think I’m a purist

You can’t break something that doesn’t work anymore

And now I’m seeing my life like a tourist

We took a taxi to a their summer retreat

We changed the locks and the points of access

We didn’t go to the front door for a week

I found a volume by the side of their bed

I said «I've read it, I’m awaiting the sequel»

She gave me «Under The Volcano» instead

And said «Now what was that you lost?»

And I said «Not too much, just my fortune cookie»

I lost my motto

I lost my motto

I lost my motto

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