remember the roof Once where I was there would be Realtors giving reality tours Reality as realty Markets way up but they were up yours Reality as fealty But jolly and on a trolley Ding-ding-ding and everything Some wine and they feel fine What a difference then I make when "I" slips out again and in Reality like the realtors who Call to us to come back to Slip us again like they really do On a trolley decked with holly Jingle mingle ding-ding-ding I lost a friend of mine Slip out with me now to see Through our two-for-one reality You there who share this with me How reality understands us If not realty and its bus That jolly trolley of folly Nothing can be anything A glass for auld lang syne We never got on the trolley of Folly but got on with love So thank you for being I am too No fealty but no realty but Reality no matter what Form it takes or sense it makes or not Whatever norm it breaks as who Am really thankful for you being you +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII