Schrodinger's Lament

歌詞

So there I am, hiking, and I come across this huge ugly cockroach right out there in nature, smack in the middle of the trail and I realize that that moment, I had a decision to make. I could choose. In fact, I had to choose. I could kill it, I could help it, or I could let it be. I was its god, so why should I kill it? Because it's ugly and left to be a ship with the sins of its kind? Why should I help it? Why should I care? But here's the thing. What if I leave it there, and then an another woman comes along, sees him, screams and misses her footing, twisting her ankle and takes her an extra hour to get to her car, and therefore, she doesn't hit a guy crossing the street if it was on that night because she had a child who grows up to be the next Hitler or maybe she's late, winds up at a bar, meets a guy, falls in love and they have a kid, but he has cancer. We will never know the ramifications or at least their actions. Even stopping to consider the outcome changes the outcome. You wanna know? You wanna know if I step on the roach? I'm just floating down the stream, as the shore drifts slowly by Drifting slowly in space, Counting stars and passing time I'm just glad to be alive When the sun shines on my face It could all end in a flash, but I wouldn't trade this place Or time, or any step that led me here If I had to do it all again Don't look back, don't shut your eyes Enjoy the ride Right, so I'm talking to this girl and she's just going on about her problems and her jerk boyfriend and there's no money, and life sucks, and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. But I'm thinking, ok, what if you're walking through the parking lot at the mall today, and there's some psychopath on the roof with a gun. He's got a rifle, he's got no particular agenda, he's just mad, he's pissed off, and he's gonna kill somebody. It could be anybody, and he picks someone at random, and it's you, and he points the rifle at your head. You keep walking and he follows you, savoring the feeling, waiting for the moment he's going to pull the trigger, and then who knows. Maybe you walk behind something. Maybe he died of a heart attack, maybe he flat changed his mind. Point is, it didn't happen and here you are talking to me right now with no clue, completely oblivious to the fact that you were mere moments from death. This kind of thing may be going on all the time. I'm just floating down the stream, as the shore drifts slowly by Drifting slowly in space, Counting stars and passing time I'm just glad to be alive When the sun shines on my face It could all end in a flash, but I wouldn't trade this place Or time, or any step that led me here If I had to do it all again Don't look back, don't shut your eyes Enjoy the ride