Final Frontier - Loudon Wainwright III

It’s a silly, impractical word

Quite often it’s rhymed with a bird

Or a thing on your hand

«All You Need…» sang that band

Up over your head, there’s a third

Silly, impractical word

And the number of letters is four

Such a big deal should have many more

Though «God» has just three

There’s two in the word «Me»

So I suppose less can be more

The number of letters is four

I thought that I had it when I was just in it

It became a battle, I could never win it

Each time I won it, I could never keep it

When called on to say it, I could never speak it

It’s a vague and a meaningless word

As an idea, completely absurd

It’s been sung and said

It’s been written in read

It’s a fairy tale ending deferred

A vague and a meaningless word

Back at the final frontier

This boarder that’s guarded with fear

Fifty years and more

Waging this boarder war

It’s a miracle you made it here

Back to the final frontier

I thought that I had it when I was just in it

It became a battle, I could never win it

Each time I won it, I could never keep it

When called on to say it, I could never speak it

Back at the final frontier