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?