In the privacy of the polling booth
My wife sits a full room away and waits
Hers is a greter than usual patience.
The names of two great odysseys paralyze me
More than watever their politics may be
It is the dual barrels of their lives
That make me freeze,
Become incapable of decision.
The flashing red light
Tells me I must decide
The weeks of watching them will not abide
I pull the trigger the safety I must release
No, finally I am on the other side
And fire the ballot that only God will ever know.
Daughter comes and retrieves me bleary from this show
This vote is done and to home it's time to go.