Reaching Into In

Let me tell you a funny story I made up
About the guy who wanted to reach into in and couldn't
And it bothered him
It'd bother you, wouldn't it?
Well, it sure bothered him

He tried anything he could think of
And nothing helped
He began to argue with his wife
And say funny things he didn't mean
Things that made her look at him funny
He couldn't see his own kids
When they were right in front of him
Trying to tell him what they were trying to mean

His close friends were beginning to wonder the same things
His faraway friends were wondering
He knew what was wrong
As well as anyone else
So he began to wrestle with himself
Grabbing hold of himself at the foot of a flight of stairs
He had never climbed before
And how he wrestles now
With every dream he has ever dreamed

Hope grips him by the neck
Faith bear-hugs his middle
Charity twists against him with toeholds
He's going to lose
Three against one isn't fair
He will never be able to climb up the flight of stairs
He has never climbed

Look at him there in a heap
And look
Something is coming downstairs
Something that doesn't look like anything
That is only memory
Long lost and forever grieved by ghosts
Listen to what it's saying
Listen
Listen
Listen

You can't reach into in
Your arms are too long