Walking home from work

Stop at the supermarket, condemement aisle

A jar of pickles catches the eye

Make eye contact with a solitary pickle

Bought the jar took it home

Made it up the stairs

Made it through the doorway, waded through the floor

Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom door

The truest room in the whole damn house

Singin' love is the answer to a question

That I have forgotten

But I know I've been asked

And the answer has got to be love love love

Now feeding time with tv

Then sleeping time, not sleepy

So reading time with pickle

But were the bed side lamp had been

Is now a milignant soft soft green

Has it always been this way?

Is it possible all this magic went unnoticed?

Maybe things will start to change

And life will turn a better page

No more rain

Singin' love is the answer

To a question I know I've been asked

And the answer has got to be love love love

Tomorrow back to work again

Run to the supermarket, running hopeful through the aisles

Haven't been this happy in a long time

But not a single jar was smiling afterall

But pickle jars are just pickle jars

And pickles are just pickles

Ingredients ... water, salt, cucumber, garlic and pickling spices

But love is the answer to a question

That I've forgotten

But I know I've been asked

And the answere has got to be love