Walking home from work Stop at the supermarket The condiment aisle A jar of pickles catches the eye Made eye contact with a solitary pickle Bought the jar, took it home Then made it up the stairs And made it through the doorway And waded through the floor Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom The truest room in the whole damn house Saying love is the answer to a question that i have forgotten And i know i've been asked So the answer's got to be love So feeding time with tv Then sleeping time, not sleepy so Reading time with pickle But where the bedside lamp had been Is now emanating soft soft green Has it always been this way? Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed? Maybe now things will start to change And life will turn a better page No more rage Saying love is the answer to a question that i have forgotten But i know i've been asked And the answer's got to be love Tomorrow back to work again But run to the supermarket Running hopeful through the aisles Haven't been this happy in a long time But not a single jar was smiling After all, Pickle jars are just Pickle jars and pickles are just pickles Ingredients: water, salt, cucumbers, Garlic, and pickling spices Love is the answer to a question that i have forgotten And i know i've been asked And the answer's got to be love