“I pick at holes in the plot of your life
Making changes but they are slight
Turn right instead of taking a left
You still end up in the place you know best”
Her voice rose. The strumming matched the energy in her words.
“I fall through the holes in the plot of your life
All the self-help books you found were right
About you, about them, especially me
You're at home in the dirt and the dirt is free
I fall through the holes in the plot of your life
I fall through the holes in the plot of your life”
The song felt like it was building to something intense, but then it stopped. No
final chord. No chorus. Just silence.
William had expected the melody to rise into something big, but instead it ended
suddenly, leaving him wanting more.