It's never happened
That's why you want it to
So desperately
But you don't know that you do
The sunrise in the pines
The light in her eyes
Or rather, what it implies
The Tango on the floor of the sea
Two fluorescent dancers
Who have never been seen
It's coming
It's running towards you
I can't tell you what it is
But I think you know what I mean
My best friend, she says
With a look of confusion
"Man, you're talking in circles"
I say, "Then we're in perfect unison"
But even here
If you can hear what our speech betrays
It's the unsung song
You hear when a jazz band plays
And it comes on strong
And it makes you feel clean
It's coming your way
Running towards you today
If you don't use words when you pray
Do you know what I mean?
Your life's at a stoplight
But it's about to turn green
There's a destination down the road
You've never been there before
Can you see the door?
Or, maybe it's true
You really don't have a clue
About what it might mean
But dance anyway
You obtuse, uncouth thing
Until you know
Or begin to grow
Or, at least, learn to let go
Of what you think it all means