The Rare Occasions
The Choices of John Still
Oh
Come and see the dusty halls
Of Mrs. Still, the doctor's wife
In the everlasting tapestry
A thread removed so he could choose
This life
With the mixtures he makes his mind
Too dark a place to live
All alone in his room
He paints the walls with what he wants
What she'll do for him
Don't you question my motives, dear
I loved you more than I could stand
The pheromones will work again;
Bring me one more wolf and lamb
I know, ooh, I know
For good reason, he'll fight the fates
And try to win
To be free
With the echoes
Ringing in his mind
Was this meant to be?
Oh, to learn what was missed
He'll again set the scene:
Place the cats with the mice
The wolves with the sheep
Sharing a single pen
He writes it down
They make amends—
But just wait
Don't you question my motives, dear
I loved you more than I could stand
The pheromones will work again;
Bring me one more wolf and lamb
I know, ooh, I know
And it's different
'cause now he has the time to sit
All alone
In his office
On the oceanside
That they once called their home
Those toxins they smelled
When chemicals rose
It infected their brains
In ways no one could know
His experiments failed
In a matter of time
I remember the day
When she first said goodbye
[Brief Instrumental]
Don't you question my motives, dear
I loved you more than I could stand
The pheromones will work again;
Bring me one more wolf and lamb
I know, ooh, I know
Don't you question my motives, dear
I loved you more than I could stand
The pheromones will work again;
Bring me one more wolf and lamb
I know