You know I've never given much thought into the many ways I could leave Mrs Longboarder. Our love runs deeper than an ocean, wider than, than say a really wide creek. But leaving Mrs Longboarder would involve a decision that places self preservation at risk, in which the male party departing the forementioned female party is willingly risking the continuity of his gonads. Now Paul Simon did not have this situation and made a hit out of the song. I prefer the Muppets version.
