No One Knows Much About Romance Anymore
No One Knows Much About Romance Anymore
No one knows much
about romance anymore,
The notion's passé
and prosaic;
No one knows how
to soar anymore,
And joy is a word
that's archaic.
She says she's in
love,
And I say the same,
It passes for love,
I suppose,
But there's no haze,
There's never a
haze,
And the world never
glistens or glows.
No one knows much
about romance anymore,
And it seems to
apply to the planet;
no one knows how
to soar anymore,
Emotions come packaged
in granite.
So no one gets hurt
And no one despairs
And nobody loses
or wins---
But what I'd give,
Oh, Lord, what I'd
give
For some goose bumps
and soft violins.
No one knows much
about romance anymore,
The notion's passé
and prosaic;
No one knows how
to soar anymore,
And joy is a word
that's archaic.