Walking home from work
Stop at the supermarket
The condiment aisle
jar of pickles catches the eye
Made eye contact with a solitary pickle
Bought the jar, took it home

Then made it up the stairs
And made it through the doorway
And waded through the floor
Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom
The [bad word] room in the whole [bad word] house

Saying love is the answer to a question that i have forgotten
And i know i've been asked
So the answer's got to be love

So feeding time with tv
Then sleeping time, not sleepy so
Reading time with pickle
But where the bedside lamp had been
Is now emanating soft soft green

Has it always been this way?
Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed?
Maybe now things will start to change
And life will turn a better page
No more rage

Saying love is the answer to a question that i have forgotten
But i know i've been asked
And the answer's got to be love

Tomorrow back to work again [bad word] to the [bad word] hopeful through the aisles
Haven't been this happy in a long time
But not a single jar was smiling
After all,
Pickle jars are just
Pickle jars and pickles are just pickles
Ingredients: water, salt, cucumbers,
Garlic, and pickling spices

Love is the answer to a question that i have forgotten
And i know i've been asked
And the answer's got to be love