Moments in the woods

Was that me?
Was that him?
Did a prince really kiss me?
And kiss me?
And kiss me?
And did I kiss him back?

Was it wrong?
Am I mad?
Is that all?
Does he miss me?
Was he suddenly
Getting bored with me?

Wake up! Stop dreaming
Stop prancing about the woods
It's not besseming
What is it about the woods?

Back to life, back to sense
Back to child, back to husband
No one lives in the woods!
There are vows, there are ties
There are needs, there are standards
There are shouldn'ts and shoulds

Why not both instead?
There's the answer, if you're clever
Have a child for warmth
And a baker for bread
And a prince for whatever
Never!
It's these woods

Face the facts, find the boy
Join the group, stop the giant
Just get out of these woods
Was that him? Yes it was
Was that me? No it wasn't
Just a trick of the woods

Just a moment
One peculiar passing moment
Must it all be either less or more
Either plain or grand?
Is it always or?
Is it never and?
That's what woods are for
For those moments in the woods

Oh, if life were made of moments
Even now and then a bad one!
But if life were only moments
Then you'd never know you had one

First a witch, then a child
Then a prince, then a moment-
Who can live in the woods?
And to get what you wish
Only just for a moment
These are dangerous woods

Let the moment go
Don't forget it for a moment, though
Just remembering you've had and and
When you're back to or
Makes the or mean more
Than it did before
Now I understand

And it's time to leave the woods