Everything's Fine
--words and music by Michael Stanley

Well she looked like Dylan circa sixty-six
Shades drawn tight secret on her lips
Livin' in the cut while the furniture burns
In a slack tide moment
when nobody learns ...

	Still everything's fine, nobody got caught
	Yeah, everything's fine, right up till it's not ...

She made a Pascal's Wager
and let it all ride
Like the crosstown traffic
on a Saturday night
Says the chips gonna fall,
fall where they will
And every hour wounds,
just the last one kills ...

	Still everything's fine, nobody got caught
	Yeah, everything's fine, right up till it's not ...

Yeah she might be hard to handle
But she ain't hard to find
And she ain't going to change
this time around
'Cause what we got here
is a twelve o'clock girl,
in a nine o'clock town ... 

Now her mileage might vary
her colors might fade
Stays cool when it's a hundred
and ten in the shade
Might play to your memory
or play to your hope
There ain't no loose ends
if there ain't no rope ... 

	Still everything's fine, nobody got caught
	Yeah, everything's fine, right up till it's not ...

	(to fade)