Cross my fingers, uncross the others
My fingers are always crossed right up until I’m on the air with you.
The happy chance that it works for us every time can only be a run of luck. The flukiness of it all plunges my mind.
But can’t go on for this many years and merely be a casual chance that’s it all goes so well every time.
So when we finally get on the air together, remind me to uncross my fingers so I can take care of the controls and trust that we’re right where we oughta be.
At least until the show is over. And all we have is the archive.
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