True love is not magic
It´s certainty
And what comes after certainty
A world of mystery
I stood on the surf in Kauai

While my love videoed me
On honeymoon
The passenger is the driver in ecstasy
And God´s face on the water
Though plain to see
It´s still hard to read
Well, I never thought I´d make it this far
Little old house, recent-model car
And I got the woman of my dreams
And an imitation Eames
And I signed Willie´s guitar
He sang, "Hey good lookin´, what you got cookin´?"
And I signed Willie´s guitar when he wasn´t looking
Well, I don´t believe in fate
I believe in destiny
Whoa, my destiny is swerving in the road in front me, drunkenly

When you take responsibility for your own divinity
True love is not magic
It´s certainty
And what comes after certainty