What agenda do you bring to the table?
Which agendas do you place round my neck?
There’s a story beneath our pronouncements
Like there’s an engine beneath the ship’s deck
So what agendas do you bring to the table?
Which passion so filters your speech?
What longing dictates the positions you take?
So powerful yet quite beyond reach
So what agendas do you bring to the table?
I feel their force every day
Do you sometimes find them a prison?
I s’pose that would be quite hard to say
So what agendas do I bring to the table?
Show me yours and I’ll show you mine
Perhaps then some strange birth, two strangers on earth
Who together might laugh – and then dine
