By: Liz D
A Future Fic based on the AU created in Old Friends and Old Friends, New Relationships
Chapter Two
Written: Fall 2005
Disclaimers: No disrespect to JAG's cast, crew, creators or characters. With love and thanks.
Wow! Quite the turn out for an EX-show story (LOVE THE HIT COUNT (until it crashed) would be over 600 by now … cool)). I used to think that there was so many people reading JAG fanfics because the show was so disappointing and assumed that once the show was off the air fewer people would be reading about it. Maybe it hasn't been off the air long enough for us to find something else to fill the void (and God knows I have tried). Anyway, thank you and I hope I can give you a good read. I can promise this to my loyal readers (those of you who will read until the end) you will (as usual) be rewarded and there will be a shipper ending. How I get from Chapter One to that point or what it will look like when we get there is anyone's guess (In A Garden, anyone?), but that is the fun of it, isn't it? And a side note to the people who are reading this thing from a one-sided point of view – FYI … I see Harm and Mac as both flawed and both trying to do the right thing … if you want to SLANT IT … you can, you have every right, but that is not my story. Please enjoy.
Letting
The Days Go By
Chapter
Two
1746 EST – November 2007
JAG Headquarters
Fall Church, VA
"You can wipe that shit eating grin off your face right now Rabb." Lt. Commander Kate Pike snapped. She was trying to be sincere but the smirk that always appeared on her face when talking to Harm belied that.
"You can't be serious with this stuff Kate." He laughed over his shoulder as he continued the march to his office.
Kate padded behind. "It is the truth --."
"Kate, please." Harm dropped the folders down on his desk. "Possessed? His computer was possessed … BY THE DEVIL?" He laughed again. "Oh sorry … no just his computer … the whole damn network." He held up his hand. "Please."
"I believe that he believed it." She protested. "He is a sick man, Harm. He needs help not ..."
"Kate, he took a sledge hammer …"
"We're not denying that." She protested.
"… causing thousands of dollars worth of damage …"
"Should he have called a priest?" She protested.
"A priest wouldn't have destroyed government property and your client wouldn't be in this mess right now."
"Harm."
He turned on his heel. "Kate … this is a time of war … he put his whole unit and a major operation at risk and he doesn't have the balls --"
"He needs a doctor." She protested.
"He needs jail time and to make some serious restitution."
"Harm."
"Kate." Harm got serious. "If you pursue this line of defense … I will rip it apart and he will wind up doing 25 years."
She let the grin widen on her face. "Why are you being such a hard ass?"
"He needs take responsibility."
"Harm." She cooed. Her cooing, smiling, innuendoing and generally seductive attitude hadn't worked on him in the past three months, but it didn't stop her from trying.
"Kate … look in my eyes."
"They turn an interesting shade of blue when you get fired up." She leaned in. "Or is it green?"
Her sexy, cooey approach was getting old. "Do I look like I am kidding?"
She leaned back. "He is getting a psyche eval tomorrow morning."
"Won't this be the third eval?" He sat down and flipped through the paper work on his desk. He was done talking about the case and really would have preferred if she left. He liked Kate. She was normally a person he could "play" with in the office, but over the past three months she had been getting progressively intrusive and using their history to take certain liberties with Harm's good nature. He was going to have to shut her down and shut her down soon before it spun completely out of control and came back to bite him on the ass.
"Second actually … unless you count the field shrink."
"Kate … you're going to lose … and more importantly your client is going to have the book thrown at him." He warned. "Get him to change his mind. Get him to take responsibility and I will recommend a lesser sentence."
"You want to plead this out … we can talk." She alluded. "We'll discuss it over dinner."
"No thanks."
"I'll buy." She purred.
"No thanks." In the three months since Harm had been back at JAG that 'dinner invitation' was probably the 50th that Harm had to decline. Kate should have gotten the message.
"Come on Harm … I'll take you to that new sushi place. It's right next to that jazz club, we can go have a few drinks, listen to music, get a little stupid … see what happens."
"No thanks." He repeated looking her in the eye hoping she would FINALLY get the message.
"Harm … Mac has been gone for months … you haven't had a date since when?"
"Not your concern, Kate." He warned.
"Come on Rabb … we are old friends."
"We have known each other for a long time." He corrected.
She didn't see it as a correction. "So two old friends can't have dinner together?"
He stood up. "Kate, no. No thank you. Thank you no." He fixed her with his most sincere face. "Do you need more than that?"
"Evidently."
He exhaled. This was going to be the day she shut her down in no uncertain terms. "Kate … you have messy boundaries." He had to think that she asked for these comments. "You always have … and I am too old to play that game with you … I don't have the time, energy or interest."
Kate was stunned. He had never been that blunt with her before unless it had to do with her treatment of Mac over the years. "This is about your EX-wife, isn't it? She told you to stay away from me."
Harm shook his head. He so very much did not want to bring Mac into the conversation.
"It was her call Harm." She pressed. "You're a free agent. You can be with who ever you want." Then she pushed it too far. "Her loss."
Harm hated that Kate referred to Mac with such scorn and the fact that she dug in the 'ex' every chance she got. He had to FIRE back. "No Kate. This is about you. We had a weekend more than a decade ago and you just won't let it be what it was … it was fun … it was a good time … we were friends … neither wanted more … and we both got what we asked for. No one was used and no one was slighted. It was two consenting adults."
"I am not inviting you into my bed, Harm." She defended poorly.
"Kate you think you know me because of that one weekend and some playful banter over the years."
"I don't --."
Harm ignored her attempt at denial. "You think that gives you license to comment on things that you know nothing about."
"But …"
"Times have changed." He said sadly. "I have changed."
"You think I haven't."
"No, I don't." He said simply. "You need to grow up, Kate. You are a smart woman and really could have gone somewhere but your mouth got in the way." He drove the final nail home. "You are your own worst enemy"
She was speechless.
A knock on the door saved her from responding immediately.
"Commander Pike." The petty officer said. "That admiral wants to see you … right now ma'am."
Kate rolled her eyes. The last thing she needed was a dressing down by the admiral. She looked back at him still stunned by his comments. "This isn't over Rabb." She used her best offense to mask the hurt she felt.
"I wish it would be." He said softly.
She left but it was clear that this time she got the message. The only bad part was that if Kate was not flirty and friendly she was going to be a royal bitch to work with. Harm could handle it. He would have to handle it. Actually he wanted to handle it. He was so grateful to be back doing the kind of work he was good at and actually making a difference. It was empowering and very invigorating. He felt younger than he had in years. He had taken on a caseload that would choke a horse, but he hadn't dropped a ball or missed an objection. He was 110 percent in the zone. While he would not use the word 'happy' to describe himself, it was a lot easier to face everyday than it had been even if that meant that his wife was half a world away.
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0900 UCT (local) – November 2007JAG Headquarters
Okinawa, Japan
Mac was working through a stack of files. They weren't the current cases – those were in good order – but the person who was in the position before wasn't very good at paperwork. Mac had a lot of clean up on her hands. She had a good crew and she was well respected and liked. Things were OK for her. She was working hard and really enjoying the command. She wasn't as lonely as she thought she would be. She had made a few friends and was able to stay preoccupied if not entertained. She was bordering on happy, but it was more like contentment that she was feeling. The other big thing for her was that she didn't have the overwhelming feeling of letting people down – herself, her husband, her friends and her doctors. She was coming to terms with being childless and being single was speeding up the process. She was focused on her career and her health. She was in the best shape of her life and the endometriosis was not causing the kind of pain it had.
Sandra Benson was Mac's closest friend on base. They weren't really friends so much as they were acquaintances – good acquaintances. She lived next door with her husband and twin teenaged sons. Sandy would often need to get away from the "men-folk" at her house and would come over and visit with Mac or they would go running or to a movie. Mac didn't think that she would ever be very close with Sandy, but it was nice to have someone to do things with on occasion. Both Sandy and her husband were marines and they counted themselves lucky to be stationed at the same base. It hadn't always been that way and their marriage suffered for it. The best thing about Sandy was that she was non-intrusive. She never pried into Mac's history or forced her to talk about things she didn't want to talk about. Mac was pretty closed lipped about her past. Honestly Sandy was too; which was why they found each other's company so easy.
After three months Mac was sure she made the right decision and she believed that Harm was beginning to see the wisdom as well.
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0545 EST – November 2007Rabb Residence
Swink's Mill and Georgetown Pike
McLean, Virginia
Harm rolled over and looked at the clock - 0545. Okinawa was 17 hours ahead. If he and Mac were going to speak on a given day it was usually at 0600 his time, 2300 hers. They didn't talk everyday, but at least three times a week. If he needed to speak to her he would call and leave a message when he got home or vice versa. She would call just before she went to bed, or he would call her as he was getting up. He hadn't left a message for her – nor she him - but he thought she might.
The conversations were good. They were maintaining a very good close friendship – much like the last year of their marriage and unlike anything they had before they got together. There was no sniping or low blows. It was mature and respectful. They actually had developed a great deal of respect for the other over the years. Their marriage didn't end out of lack of respect; rather it was the loss of hope for the future – the kind of hope that blinds people in love to the harsh realities of life. Since moving away Mac could tell he was happier back at JAG and he was impressed with how easily she slipped into the command position. They talked shop quite a bit and were actually very much in tune with how the other one thought and were able to make constructive comments in ways that weren't taken wrong. It was good. It was better. It was more than any 100 people they knew got in life. It was still lonely at night but they had also gotten used to that from the last months of their marriage.
All other communications between them were limited. They expected to be exchanging "chat" online, but that was not their style. Snail mail letters or cards were just too slow. And e-mails were not satisfying enough. There were some, but often it was just a quick note and a forward of something or other. Mattie of course filled both their inboxes with all kinds of newsy information about college etc. She refused to treat them as separate and would always include both of them in her emails. Responses were almost always a "reply to all" as well. The Rabb/MacKenzie/Johnson family was still looped.
Harm checked the clock again - 0551. She would probably not call so he got up and started his morning routine. The first of which was feeding the cats. He was just about to put the bowls down when the phone rang.
"Good morning." He said cheerfully when he saw the caller ID.
"Hi." She was a little tired. It had been a very long day and she had just gotten back from her two-hour work out at the gym.
"How was the day? Should I go back to bed?" He asked. It had been a running joke that Mac was doing reconnaissance on the day since it was already over before he even got up. At any rate, the time they spoke before she had told him that she had been dealing with some personnel issues. It was nothing major but he was able to give her an object opinion that she needed.
"All taken care of." She said proudly.
"Good." He pulled the juice from the fridge and poured himself a glass. "Did you see that e-mail from Mattie?" He knew that she had.
"Yeah … is it really OK with you that she goes skiing over Thanksgiving?"
"Sure … why not … she's a kid … she should have as much fun as she can."
"You do know that Josh is going." Mac warned him.
"I know … and I know there is nothing I can do to stop them from doing whatever they want whether they are on the ski slopes or in the backyard."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really … she's in college now. She has to make her own choices."
"And you're OK with that?"
"No … I am not OK … I would prefer to lock her in a closet until she is 35 … but I think they frown on that in 48 of the 50 states."
"Just your luck you live in one of the 48."
"Yeah." He laughed. "Just my luck."
Mac leaned back into her pillows. This was actually her favorite part of the day. "So?"
"So?" He asked back.
"What did you decide to do for Thanksgiving?" It had been one of their favorite holidays. She was tentative to ask, but those tough questions got easier when both knew there was no agenda behind them.
"Well … it looks like the house will be FULL."
"Excuse me?" She was a little confused they had always liked keeping that holiday to themselves.
"Yeah. The Roberts' kids are going to Florida so Harriet is not going to cook. Bud was so crushed that he wasn't going to get his home cooked Thanksgiving that I offered."
"Wow … when did all this happen?"
"Last night."
"Really?" She was surprised. She didn't think Harm would want to be that much at the center of attention considering this was the first year … well because he would have to do it alone.
"Really." He confirmed. "It started with Bud and Harriet and then it kind of snowballed. AJ and Gates are coming and Victor and Jennifer."
"Victor and Jennifer?" She was again taken aback by that news. "As in the gunny and the petty officer?"
"Those are the two. They have been dating for a month now."
"You didn't tell me … Mattie didn't tell me." Mac felt very out of the loop.
"Not sure Mattie knows." He thought about it. "They are kind of keeping a low profile. I only found out last week."
"Well good for them." She said honestly. "They deserve some happiness."
That comment actually hit home for both Harm and Mac. The idea that happiness was only found when you were involved in a relationship stung. They had been spending the past seven months convincing themselves – unsuccessfully – that that was not true or at least not the ONLY way to find happiness.
"They do." Harm agreed.
"So who else?"
"Not sure … but I think the table will be full." He didn't want to be disappointed but he had to ask. "What about you … think you can make it?"
Her immediate reaction was to say that she would of course be there, but it was a 20 hour flight and she was not sure when she could leave or how long she could stay and how much time she could actually miss at the office. It was her command and she didn't want to appear to be flaking out at the first holiday. "Let me check the duty roster and see what I can work out."
"Ok." He felt the 'no' from around the world, but the stated 'maybe' was better than nothing.
"Not sure I can eat dinner on base not when I know that Rabb's Oyster Stuffing is available." She tried to make it up to him.
"There will be a place set for you." He wanted to add that there always would be, but didn't.
This was going to be a hard holiday season on both of them, but not as hard as the prior year. That was when they were pretending that everything was good between them and nothing was. Everything was forced and neither really enjoyed anything. The best that could be said was that there was no fighting. Some how they each took a measure of success in that fact. Every time Mac raised that point with Gates, she shot it down. "You should fight." Gates would say. "You should fight so you can make up." Mac blew it off.
"So tell me about this case." She said changing the subject. "The one where $80k worth of equipment was destroyed for being possessed by the Devil." She laughed. "Think my computer is possessed."
"Wow … really is a small world … guess you have your spies everywhere." He proceeded to tell her about Kate's plan to get the guy off on the insanity plea.
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Thanksgiving Day -
2007
Hickman Air Force Base, Hawaii
"I am sorry about this ma'am," the young airman said. "It looks like it will be another two or three hours before we can take off."
Mac didn't say anything.
"You are going to miss dinner." He said.
Mac nodded.
"I always liked leftovers better." He tried to be encouraging.
"There is that." She confirmed. Mac checked her watch. "When is the next plane heading back to Okinawa?" She was going to cancel the trip. She never actually told anyone that she was going to make dinner; she wanted to surprise them. So if she didn't make it, no one would be the wiser.
"There is one leaving in thirty minutes." He said sadly taking the responsibility of her missing Thanksgiving with her family. Why he felt so guilty was a mystery to Mac. He wasn't getting to spend time with his family on the holiday. She decided that he was just a good kid and liked to do nice things.
"Thank you." Mac got up and moved away from the young man. She had some thinking to do.
If she continued on to Washington she would get there near midnight. Harm would be in bed; all the guests would be gone and she would be exhausted with jet lag from hell. She wouldn't be able to stay long; she had to be back on Sunday so that meant taking another 20 hour flight (if nothing went wrong) back early on Saturday. She would have one day … if that … which would probably be spent sleeping. Then she had to ask herself why she was putting herself through all of that. She had spoken to Harm the day before and he seemed OK with the fact that she wasn't coming and that he would be hosting the holiday without her. She assumed he was overcompensating as he had done so often in their marriage – sacrificing his needs to make sure that she wasn't compelled to do something she didn't want to do. She often wondered if that was why he let her call all the shots during that whole fertility debacle. Anyway the trip was silly. She would be spending more time traveling than she would have there. So why do it? Why go through all of that trouble just to miss Thanksgiving?
"Airman?" She called over her shoulder. "Think I will take that ride back to Okinawa."
"Yes, ma'am."
Mac turned back to look out the window of the little office they had tucked her away in. She thought back on their first Thanksgiving. Not the one after they were married, the very first one when they were a couple. It was right after Harm had left JAG and he was remodeling the house.
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Thanksgiving Day – 2004Harm was still at the house after midnight (Wednesday night / Thursday morning). Mac drove out to the house to bring him home. They had been spending almost every night together since he left JAG. It was getting to the point for Mac that she couldn't fall asleep without him home.
The lights were all on and the music was up to ear splitting decibels. Mac was grateful that the nearest neighbor was acres away. She found him upstairs working on the framing of her new bathroom (he would call it "her" bathroom until the day she moved out – and probably afterward). He had been working close to 18 to 20 hours a day. He would have liked to say that it was productive time spent, but more often than not things needed to be done and redone. It was not his fault – well not most of the time. The house was old and in a worse state than he originally had thought. He was bound and determined to make it livable before he brought his new bride home and putting off the wedding was out of the question.
"Hey." She called to him over the music.
"Hey." He looked up and nodded for her to turn it off. "What are you doing out here?"
"Harm." She was amused that he had no clue what time or what day it was. "It's after midnight."
He checked for his watch. He had taken in off. "Really? Wow …thought it was like eight or nine."
"It's Thanksgiving Day, Harm." She squatted down next to him. "You taking the day off?"
"No … Thanksgiving is tomorrow." He protested.
"It is tomorrow." She wiped some dirt from his face.
"Damn." He stood up bringing her with him. "I wanted to make you all dinner." He checked his watch again. "There is no time to shop now."
"They have it covered." Mac assured him.
"Who does?"
"Mattie and Jennifer … they're cooking." She scooted closer to him so he was forced to wrap a dirty arm around her. "They have been baking all night."
"They have, huh?"
"Yep … thought maybe we could go out for a big breakfast." She laughed.
"Ha … I bet they will do fine."
"I don't care about the food." She cooed and nuzzled his dirty neck and he pulled slightly away.
"Mac … I stink." He protested.
"I don't care about that either." She let her lips lightly brush his. "I just want my family around me and my fiancée at home."
"Oh yeah?" He grinned.
"Yeah." She looked up him and wiped some dust off his brow. "I'm happy, Harm." She nipped at his chin.
"I can see that." It was hard for him to contain his delight. He loved when she was the aggressor – sexually.
She nestled herself between his legs and draped her arms around his shoulders and looked him in the eye. "No, I mean I am really happy – I don't think I have ever been this happy in my entire life."
He was silenced. This mood was rare for Mac; he didn't want to ruin it.
"I love you … I love our life … I love this house … and I love that you are making it for us." She kissed him again. "And I know that it is only going to get better from here."
"Better and better …" He kissed her back. "…and better."
"I have so much to be thankful for this year." She said.
"We both do." He pulled her to him and held her very tightly. His heart echoed her every sentiment.
"Harm?" She whispered in his ear.
"Mmmmmm." He was tired but lost in the feeling of his beautiful Sarah in his arms. His heart lifted every time she was within ten feet of him.
"Make love to me." She breathed.
"Yah-huh." He tightened his hold. "Your place is closer." He started to pull away so he could take her home.
"No." She stopped him. "Here."
"Here?" He was confused. "Baby it's freezing cold, I am filthy dirty and we got nothing but hard wood floors." It all sounded so unromantic to him.
"I don't care … we have a blanket … the one from the picnic is still here … and I am sure that we can keep each other warm."
He realized that she was serious.
"I want our first Thanksgiving memory together to be unforgettable and in our house." She told him.
"Oh it will be unforgettable alright." He laughed and pulled her close. "You're sure?"
"I love you." She stated clearly.
"You are something else Sarah MacKenzie." He smiled. "And you're all mine." He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into what would be their bedroom. He laid her out in the center of the room, kissed her soundly and then pulled himself away.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"Gonna make a fire and need to find that blanket."
Mac sat back. She was happy and she was thankful and life really was only going to get better. She believe that in her heart, in her soul and in ever fiber of her being. She was home. They were home.
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Thanksgiving Day - 2007Thanksgiving was over. Harm was exhausted. Everyone who came helped but it was still a lot of work. He had a good time. It was different, but it was nice to see everyone. Even Kate, Lillian and Tracy came and were on their best behavior. To his surprise, he hadn't heard from Mac, but just assumed that she would call at some point. The last time they spoke she has said her friend Sandy had invited her to join her family for the holiday. She was probably still there and would call when she got in regardless of how late it was getting for him. He threw another log on the fire in the bedroom.
It had become a tradition – well three-years worth of tradition – that Harm would keep the fire in the bedroom going all day and well into the night. That morning he got up and made it like he always had. He was nostalgic, but he wasn't sad. Something made him believe that if kept the tradition going that when they got back together (and he had always assumed that they would) he would know that he hadn't missed a year.
Harm never really stopped to analyze what part of the failed marriage was his fault – in all honesty he just assumed that what they were going through was a major bump in the road – that nothing was actually, sincerely, completely over. It was not that he believed that it was all Mac's doing, but he never really tried to understand what he did wrong. He had tried to convince himself that he was nothing but supportive throughout that whole fertility thing, but he couldn't point to one thing that he did that pushed any agenda of his (adoption) nor anything that was particularly supportive of Mac (bolstering her up to keep up the treatments). He didn't argue with her or challenge her wishes – but that could hardly be called supportive. If he were forced to say it, it was a narcissistic injury to him as well. Not being able to get your wife pregnant has to hit any man with an ego, and a man like Harm with an ego like his … well let's just say it hurt. Sadly, no one forced him to admit it and certainly not Mac. She was taking ALL the blame.
After she stopped the treatments they sort of fell back into the work thing. They drifted. The first inking he had that things had gotten really bad – well not bad, just unsatisfying - was when she said she was moving out. She had told him that he wasn't the man she married and that she took all the blame for that. Harm knew then that it wasn't true. Mac had nothing to do with his watering down. Their inability to get pregnant didn't help matters, but in all honesty the position at the Inter-Agency task force had more to do with Harm losing himself than anything Mac did. The fact that she buried herself in her work, allowed him to do the same, but his was so much less rewarding. He had to agree with her, he was not the man she married, nor was he the man he wanted to be. He couldn't ask for her help (even if he knew how), she was dealing with so much already. When the request for the divorce came it was too late to do anything. He'd taken for granted the one thing he swore he would never take casually – and that was Mac and his marriage. He failed.
The phone rang with an unfamiliar caller ID. "Hey." Mattie's cheerful voice came over the line. She was full of tales of her skiing exploits and what a great time they were having. She made a point to let Harm know that she and her girlfriend were sharing a room and Josh was not even on the same floor of the lodge. Harm was silently grateful for that.
Just as he was hanging up he noticed lights from a car pulling up the drive. He went to the door and saw someone getting out of a taxi. He opened the door and Mac's exhausted smiling face was looking up at him.
"Anything left to eat?" She called brightly to him. "I am starving."
Harm's heart skipped a beat. She was home … home on Thanksgiving (or as close to it as she could get) … now he had something to be really grateful for.
End Chapter Two - TBC
One final note that I forgot to mention in Chapter One: I stole the title from a lyric in the David Byrne/Talking Heads song "Once In A Lifetime". This is in no way a SongFic but the sentiment of the song is appropriate for how our heroes got to where they were at the start of this story (indeed for how many of us wind up in a place that we had no intention of going). The lyrics are as follows:
And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shackAnd you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Water dissolving...and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...