This was the result of a little play of mind, starting from the spontaneous first line that somewhat rang a bell. I particularly liked the indefinite article in the first half line. The rest followed in one go. It´s sort of trafficking big ideas, or rather big questions, in small scenes of innocent helplessness.
I hope you enjoy it. Lyrics below.
Met a pope, we had a blast / Made some cookies out of grass
I asked him: Fella, do you believe? / He said: That´s relative, but maybe God believes in me.
Met a sinner who was just like me / We got along rather instanstly
I asked him: Mister, do you believe at all? / He said: That’s relative but it needs to be somebody’s fault
It´s all just a course of recognition / It´s all just simple definition
And whatever we say and whatever we do / The bottom line is that we don’t have a clue
Met a ghost, we had some fun / scared some school children into a run
I asked him: fella, do you believe in souls? / He said: that´s relative, I mean, existence as a whole
Met my spouse, we had a talk / Needed to share some of our thoughts
I asked her: baby, do you believe in love? / She said: that´s relative, my dear, but I believe in what we have
It’s all just a course of recognition / It´s all just simple definition
And whatever we say and whatever we do / The bottomline is that we don’t have a clue.
Met myself, had a go / At saving my poor little soul
I asked myself: do you believe in fate? / I said I believe that we’ll find out when it’s too late.
(c) Robin A. Mück, 2017