Triage Songtext
von Rodney Crowell

I think I know what love is, forgiveness for a start
Room for those you love to hate somewhere inside your heart
There are those who say that love is naught but gossip column news
Or old roller skates that fasten to the bottom of your shoes
Love

Some say love′s a meditation on everything we are
Good, bad, and indifferent, self-righteous and bizarre
It's right there in the crosshairs, our every last mistake
The sinners we′ve made holy, the saints we've burned at stake


If love is revelation and love we thus receive
It all comes down to knowing less
Than most of us alone believe

If you're asking me what love is, here′s what I might say
You can find it out there anywhere on any given day
It′s an endless stream of consciousness obtained in drips and drabs
And a chance to do the right thing when there's no one keeping tabs

If love is what we make it, as you reap so you sow (love, love)
The yang and yin, the where and when
The first and last to come and go

Love is all creation, love is manifest (love, love)
It′s love when we're all given life
And love when we′re all laid to rest

Love