Roy Evans and his obsession with numbers / hand in hand / got out of hand and out of luck. He ses he’s predicted the date that’ll die / why? / don’t ask but it’s a lie that’s for true for me and you / the few that care / are all aware he’s merely highlighted coincidence. And while he were stewin in his musin over mid-morning muesli / wondering what that fateful far away future day may bring / I put this to him and he said ‘well surely that’s the beauty of coincidence.’