Paroles: Michael Feinstein. The Sinatra Project. At Long Last Love.

Is it an earthquake
Or simply a shock?
Is it the good turtle soup
Or merely the mock?

Is it a cocktail
This feeling of joy?
Or is what I feel
The real McCoy?

Is it for all time
Or simply a lark?
Is it Granada I see
Or only Asbury Park?

Is it a fancy
Not worth thinking of
Or is it at long last love?
Is it a rainbow this time
Or just a mirage?

Is it the message sublime
Or merely massage?
Is it creamora
This pitcher of cream?

Is all I deem
Supreme, a scream
Is it a tempest
Or only a spitz?

Shall I assent to the heights
Or slowly sink to the pits?
Is it the ivy
In touch with the glove
Or is it at long last love?

Does it have papers
Or is it a mutt?
Is it industrial strength
Or has it been cut?

Shall I shout? Yes, yes
Or murmur perhaps
Am I hearing Brahms
Or bombs attacks?

Might I be empowered
Or might I be mocked?
Will I be devoured tonight
Or only be defrocked?

Will it be curtains
When push comes to shove
Or is it at long last love?
Or is it at long last love?