Spider-Gris caught Evangeline grinning After one of his tales left her pretty head a spinning As if to awake from some weaving dream Lifting her spirit till it's busting at the seam "Your free falling reveries, sir, rescue me From the deep end of doubt that puts vision to sleep But do your wild thoughts simply break formation On a wing and a prayer or sure navigation?" "Ma'am, I have no delusions of prescient truth And I call to account without prophecy or proof But I propose a course from a simple observation: Some roads are paved with conversation 'Cause it takes two sides of a story To make a tale of love and glory." Evangeline turned to Spider-Gris And said, "The drag of apprehension is releasing me You have shared a wealth of information With pearls of wisdom and infectious revelation That two sides of a story Can make a tale of love and glory." Try to follow the bliss every step of the mile Don't break the trance After all, what better way to wear the while Won't you take this dance? He gazed into the palm of her outstretched hand As if to read the future of a noble plan Then looked into her eyes making welcome to the heart And heard a door open that had kept them each apart It takes two sides of a story To make a tale of love and glory It takes two sides of a story To make a tale of love and glory