Loudon Wainwright III - Final Frontier

It's a silly, impractical word
Quite often it's rhymed with a bird
Or a thing on your hand
"all you need..." sang that band
Up over your head, there's a third
Silly, impractical word

And the number of letters is four
Such a big deal should have many more
Though "god" has just three
There's two in the word "me"
So i suppose less can be more
The number of letters is four

I thought that i had it when i was just in it
It became a battle, i could never win it
Each time i won it, i could never keep it
When called on to say it, i could never speak it

It's a vague and a meaningless word
As an idea, completely absurd
It's been sung and said
It's been written in read
It's a fairy tale ending deferred
A vague and a meaningless word

Back at the final frontier
This boarder that's guarded with fear
Fifty years and more
Waging this boarder war
It's a miracle you made it here
Back to the final frontier

I thought that i had it when i was just in it
It became a battle, i could never win it
Each time i won it, i could never keep it
When called on to say it, i could never speak it

Back at the final frontier